Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-11.04
Earlier I spoke to a friend that I did not feel I was out of harm’s way just yet. In the twenty minutes since I laid down and closed my eyes, I saw/felt/experienced…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-11.03
Last night’s dream was so low key and verbally boring that even though I remember it, I forgot to write it up. Even AFTER the anon’s question about Ravenwoman. Short version: It’s a simple tale. My ass got jacked. Sensory deprived and restrained for the entire night, I was released as the process of Waking…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-11.02
Anon asked: “Haven’t read anything about Ravenwoman lately. Saw she kicked you out of her boneyard. Have you tried to go in anyway?” She’s called me back there twice since she told me to leave and not come back. The first time, I had to run an errand for her. The second time, she demanded…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-11.01
My scattered sleep has caught up with my ass. Sat here stalking reading folks on Tumblr when I felt a bone-jarring vibration in my body. I looked at my earthquake tells on my desk to see if it was something real or just me. Everything on the desk was perfectly still. Just me. Safe to…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-10.01
Much of the night’s dream was spent in that formless and colorful state again. I didn’t complain. Even though as I condensed back into a three-dimensional creature, most of what I experienced there was unable to be brought out with me. It’s like using pictures to describe running in a track. No matter how much…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-09.01
Dream. Oh yea. Hmm. Well. Fuck. If I was a graphics artist, I could show you a lot better than I can describe with paltry monochromatic words.
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-08.01
Most of the night had me interrupted about every 20 minutes. Sleep eluded me. Finally I was able to sleep deep enough to dream, and stay sleep long enough to dream clear. I stumbled forward, unsure of where I was. The trees felt familiar. A cold campsite opens before me. Thick forest debris surrounds a…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-07.01
The dream ended with something holding me by my neck against the wall, my feet dangling off the floor. A guttural voice asked me, “Do you remember?”. I answered, “No. It’s all gone.”. The huge hand released me and I fell down on the ground. It huffed in satisfaction and walked away. The piece of…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-06.01
So late with my dream post. The day has been that good.
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The Eyes Have It
I threw my coat onto the chair, noting and quickly ignoring I had thrown it with such force, it had slid off the chair and was hiding in a crumpled heap just beyond it. Sometimes I enjoy my work. Sometimes I hate my work. And sometimes my work just gets on my damn nerves. I…
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