Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Just For You, Keri

    “So, I hear you’re looking for something audacious to do.” My eyes open gently at the words. I am sitting cross-legged on the ground. A black feathered cloak is draped over my shoulders and wrapped around me. I had been in a different headspace and was now confused by my surroundings. I saw I was…

  • Playtime

    For the past 45 min, Facebook has refused to accept any input citing database issues. For once, this is a good thing. The amount of unrefined rage that has been bubbling over in my soul for the previous hour had begun to twist at the fabric of my being. I had attempted to pour some…

  • Cool Down That Fever

    This is a public post addressed to one person. The person using the Fever RSS Client hosted at 173.193.63.131. Listen, I understand you have a lot of feeds to monitor/read and you’re trying to make sure you don’t miss out on anything important. Gotcha. I’m flattered, really. But.

  • It Gnaws At Me

    I’m bothered. I can’t tell the difference between the past and the future. The direction the imagery in my dreams and journeys has taken is quite severe. But I can handle that. What’s unsettling is I’m seeing something like that connected with a person I know. And the implications are dire.

  • An Unsettling Answer

    This morning, I gave an honest answer to what I suppose is a hypothetical question. It’s a question I face every morning, every evening, and every time my family reminds me of what my true worth to them. It’s an answer that is not politically correct. I’m told it is not medically correct either. It’s…

  • Ain’t This Some Shit

    The dream started as dreams do, with much theoretical randomness made manifest in shapes, sounds, and colors that have as much meaning as white noise. I knew it for what it was and allowed myself to bounce along the glittering and the spiraling with all that glorious Mad Hatter air. But there was a sense…

  • Forgotten

    I have forgotten

  • The Painful Messenger

    Ah migraines. I don’t get them as frequently as I used to, having learned how to deal with the myriad sources of stress in my life. I usually have means to bring them to heel once they have started, but the one that started yesterday just wouldn’t behave. The month of reduced sleep caught up…

  • I’ll Rest When I’m Dead

    The crush of work has eased up some, but still quite heavy. Most of my personal projects are completed. Can sleep easy now, but I’m still too tired to remember most of the dreams. Lemme close my eyes for a bit while the sun is shaded by this tree. Wait. I’m outside?

  • Yes, It Is.

    “Can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” “The older a person gets, the more set they are in their ways.” “A leopard can’t change its spots.” “You can’t change the fundamental parts of yourself, the harder you try, the more you stay the same.” “It’s just a phase you’re going through, just ride it out…