Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Desert Blood & Cold Fits
This post has been moved to “Desert Blood & Cold Sweats”, because Keri really shouldn’t name posts when she’s going on 4 hours of sleep followed by too damn long a day.
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Desert Blood & Cold Sweats
My first awareness is the sharp press of cracked pebbles pushed into my face. I move my arms in vain and random movement and scratch my hands against the rough dirt. Lifting my head free of the dry ground, the pebbles wound me anew as I grimace. The facial movement nudges them free from my…
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A Lesson on Action
“What are you doing?” The Child’s voice was full of the echoes of many questions as she stood before the seated Elder. “Why are you just sitting there? Is it nap time for grown ups? Why are you sleeping under the tree? Shouldn’t you be in bed, instead?” Child’s words had started to come faster…
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Grey and White
Comfortably sleeping, yet I wasn’t actively dreaming. But I was aware. So I had the physical sensations of being warmly snuggled in bed, accompanied with the surrounding indistinct grey fog of dreamworld nothingness. I felt the presence before I saw it. It was familiar in that I had encountered this before. But I knew it…
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Dream Journal: 2012-02-01.01
The skull speaks? 69 words of foreshadowing.
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Dream Journal: 2012-01-30.01
So my 14yo Dter saw the tail end of “A Dream of Riddles”. She knows I blog, and would rather I write up my dreams than walk around muttering about them. She knows I dream some “really fucked up shit”, and we laugh about it sometimes. For some reason, she keeps telling me I should…
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Humanely Being
… She saw the parting blow, “It must be growing season. My horns itch.”, and laughed heartily. “Another dream, Mom?” “Yes, another dream.” A few minutes later, she asked, “Why would you dream you had horns?”. I evaded the question for a bit but she asked me again. …
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A Dream of Riddles
This was originally posted on my tumblr:Three More Ways as a dream snip, yesterday. But the more I turned it over in my head, the more I felt it was of more import than I had originally given it. This morning, after a dreamless night, I found I still remembered the details of the dream.…
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Possible
Where Keri flips 413 words for the Sunday Scribbling prompt: “Possible”.
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Red and White
Most of the night was dreamless. The wind howled like mad outside much to my delight. All was resting. My alarm went off for me to turn the heat on. I did so, then went back to bed. I fell back asleep immediately and opened my dream eyes to the sight of two… people… arriving…
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