Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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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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Another Reason Not To Settle In The City
And by best friend (in the Dreaming), I mean a pan-species Snake that can be as short as my forearm, and as long as fifty feet. He could probably get bigger, but I really don’t want to be around to see why. He can take on the form of a tattoo for those times he…
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Ask Keri: Why not settle in the City?
Anon asks: “The City is a /human/ city. You are a /human/ being. Why are you unwilling to settle down in the City?” Because fuck politics, that’s why.
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-05.01
That moment you deliver a message and the only reason you still have your head on your shoulders is because the recipient recognizes that you’re in Courier Mode and have no control over the words that come out of your mouth.
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-04.02
Dream notes: She has me! She has me! “Stop panicking, girl!” ~slap~ “Don’t you know who I am!” I know who you’re not! You’re NOT Ravenwoman! ~bitchslap~ Fuck gotta get out of here! But I can’t twist out of her grip! Wait. I know where she can’t follow… ~jumps to Boneyard~ She still has me,…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-04.01
It’s a nice day in the dream. I’m sitting under the Telling Tree with the children-like Little Ones. Only five sit with me but we are having a glorious tea party with thimble size cups and postage stamp cakes. Here’s the trick as they explained to me: “If you never empty the cup, the cup…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-03.01
Most of last night’s dream was in the presence of [a dream walker that doesn’t have her own nickname for my writing yet and I’m making this annoying as fuck redaction to remind me to ask her later]. I was helping her move things, and we were discussing the dream of a verdant lady. Driving…
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