Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • To Serve Weaver

    Tumultuous. Yesterday starting from early afternoon was full of Fuck. I think I was having a series of mild fits. It slacked off a bit going into the evening, then snapped the throttle control when I went to bed for the night. Different plot lines were lived out simultaneously. If I tried to write everything…

  • The Diagnosis & The Cure

    He was blathering on about how “abnormal” my current mental state is. Instead of being offended or shocked, I was quite amused, and let the sentiment show with a hint of a smile. He saw and was more bothered by my reaction to his “bad news”, than by the dripping. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t…

  • A Gift of Pearls

    I’m making Hell freeze over today. I’m wearing a dress, and heels! (I even shaved my legs.) A little makeup. A little bling. A few more rings, a new bracelet, and two necklaces! The oddly shaped blue pearl pendant lays just above the opal pendant. Normally, I only wear the opal, but it’s a special…

  • Breaking The Chain

    Suddenly, I felt a shift around me, and saw I was in the lair I shared with Snake. Of course. This is “home” in the Dreaming, after all. A reptilian tongue licked at the air around me. I turned to see Snake in a new anthropomorphic form. This new shape resembles Egyptian depictions. I’m hoping…

  • Cold Hospitality

    I find myself in a clearing in a very dense forest. It’s winter. Everything is snowed over and iced up. The only thing not a color of snow, is me. And now that the snow has started falling, that’s likely to change. My first awareness is that I am kneeling on the ground, and it…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-05-27.01

    Dream Report: Six vignettes in one night. Poisoned. Sent shopping with inadequate funds. Family reunion. Rideshare bullshit. Home with the goods. Carried back to the Waking. A “Good Night’s Sleep”? What’s that?

  • Dream Journal: 2012-05-25.01

    Last day of Too Damn Early In The Morning Shenanigans. Went to bed early last night. Did manage to get a three hour block of solid sleep, right away. Then back to tossing and turning again. Don’t remember much of my dreams. Only that I had a lot of Otherworld Entities offering me a place…

  • In The Beginning…

    106 words to answer the Sunday Scribblings prompt #319: “In the beginning…”.

  • So I Gave Her What She Wanted

    “Weaver… I know you were sleeping… but… ” More laughter. He waves a thin flat object at me, motioning for me to take it. “You gotta read this! They never learn!” He places the object by my hand and indulges in more knee-buckling laughter. 2,388 words

  • No.

    Don’t need to explain my rationalization. Don’t need your approval of my justification. Don’t need your permission to have vindication. I still have the right to say, “No.”. Don’t care if your friends all think I’m mean. Don’t care if you think I’m causing a scene. Don’t care if you call me a Drama Queen.…

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