Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Is This Just Fantasy…

    This was not the first world in yesterday’s clusterfuck of dreams, hallucinations, and fits. That “honor” will go to the Maelstrom. The horror of the shamblings’ attack had set in, and I was desperately wanting to get away. To be elsewhere, anywhere, but in the grip of a slow death. “Anna? You okay?” Huh? What…

  • 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