Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-02.01
Alright guys. I’m probably stirring up shit with this, but it was something I had quickly “seen” and now it won’t leave me. I tried writing this into my private notes, but no, it demands to be written into the publicized notes. Very well then. I throw chum into the water…
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Black, Red, and Eshoo
“You’re too young to be that jaded!” We both laugh. “And I came to you. It would be different if you were seeking me out. I do appreciate you taking the time to learn about me.” I nod in appreciation. “I did not come here to play games though. Weaver [redacted], I have a [do…
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Dream Journal: 2012-07-31.01
Do you know who/what this is? About 5’6” tall. Apparently male. Very thin but not skeletal. Pitch black skin. Short red curly (not nappy) hair. Black eyes with glowy white (or silverish) irises. Shark like mouth. Black tongue. No shirt. Red pants held up by a rope for a belt. No shoes. Thin fingers with…
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Dream Journal: 2012-07-30.01
Usually in my dreams, I’m in just another t-shirt and jeans. Usually with hiking boots. Unless I’m with the Shamblings, then I’m in business casual. Something about the juxtaposition of sitting among forces of decay while appearing so prim and proper just feels right to me. (And I think they appreciate it. It would take…
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Dream Journal: 2012-07-29.01
Dreams without drama! Ah. Mostly without drama anyway. Making the rounds, I had a puppy in tow. Except I know what ke is, and ke ain’t a babe, and ke ain’t harmless, and ke ain’t cute. I called kir out and ke changed shape into an adult Cerberus. “No. I know what you are and…
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A Matter Of Trust
“No, I can’t trust anyone. I can’t even trust myself. I don’t know what to do. Everyone is laughing at me.” The screens solidified into a solid fence around me. The colors blending into each other in a dizzying array. 3,469 words
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Dream Journal: 2012-07-27.01
I might need to step away from the computer for a while. Another dream where it’s just me and the laptop. A fun one though. I’m lurking in a forum and a dipshit tries to start shit. One of the forum regulars goes Full On Nancy in verbal form and logically whips the dipshit. The…
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Under The Telling Tree
I was brought to a Telling Tree that grew at the top of a small hill. A few hundred of the Folk sat down below me as I took the offered seat of honor. I noted the canopy of the Telling Tree was such that it directed all sound downhill. It also captured voices from…
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Dream Journal: 2012-07-25.03
Quick nap. Dream I’m having a psychotic break and gibbering in the corner and drawing all sorts of fucked up shit on the wall. Then suddenly realize what I’m doing and snap to sanity and lucidity. “What the fuck am I doing?” “Aww, you stopped it.” A person approaches me. That is continually changing shape.…
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Dream Journal: 2012-07-25.02
“Why didn’t you tell the fae behind the brick wall that you are Weaver? Or that you are “Friend of Puck”? Wouldn’t things be settled quicker if you dropped that first?” There’s the name Weaver, and there’s the title Weaver. Those that know me by the name Weaver usually don’t have a lot of expectations…
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