Dream: Breaking The Bindrune

Laid down for an afternoon nap. The past couple nights have not been kind to me, and I needed a quick recharge. I laid down in my bed, alone in the house. The sound suddenly shifts around me, the air becomes cooler, and I get the sense I am not alone.

I reach out and feel I am laying on a bundle of freshly cut branches, covered with a cloth. I didn’t remember falling asleep. I merely closed my eyes and I was no longer in my home.

Opening my eyes, I prop on one arm to see I am laying on a green cloth, but with my pillow and my blanket with me. I hear a noise over me and turn towards the source.

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Fixing Things: This Place Be Jumping!

Did some digging and found how to post “summaries” to the main page. So those occasional long posts (read: 95%) will have a few paragraphs to allow you, dear reader, to determine if clicking through to another two thousand word monstrosity is worthwhile.

I’ll be going back through the (thankfully) short archives and adding the feature to all the long posts. Eventually. Once I finish the day’s chores. Nevermind, all done. If I missed a post, let me know. I’ll get it if I don’t get distracted by NaNoWriMo or Kitsu Saga.

If you see anything particularly egregious, or have suggestions for widgets that would improve readability, drop me a line or leave a comment. I can’t fluff my ego if I have no one reading, after all.

Idling: On Love, Relationships, & Chains

I didn’t mean to start anything. It wasn’t my intention! At least the bartender knows I wasn’t instigating. I almost started a fight at the bar, and all I did to provoke it, was leave!

All done for the night, buzz come and gone, I said my goodbye’s to my tablemates and made for the door. On my way, I passed a male couple leaning on each other in that intimate way. I had seen them earlier before. The taller one is talky and animated. His boyfriend is as stocky as he is short, and generally quiet. They generally keep to themselves in the back of the floor.

This night, their preferred seats are already taken. So they hold their refuge by the back door. Lots of traffic there, but mostly the people walking by have done their socializing, so few interruptions. This night, I am parked by the back door, so that is my chosen route for departure.

The talky one suddenly reaches out and grabs my arm, “Hey wait!” I’m in view of my friends, so I don’t worry. “I don’t want to yell this, lean over, please.” Ah, my curiosity. I lean over, and in a voice just loud enough for me to hear, he says, “Just wanted to tell you, you’re cute and pretty.” I stand up and look at him. “I’m sure you’ve heard it before, from your friends, but I wanted to tell you myself. Good night.”

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Bindrune: Ansuz Sowilo Kenaz

Just a little reminder of a little something that gently tapped me on the cheek this morning. Having been admonished not to be so reclusive about something that is ubiquitous, I expose my doodle for your amusement.

The first thing that strikes me about my arrangement, is Ingwaz and Berkana are staring back at me. That is an interesting pair to have sneak up on a bindrune made for intensity. It doesn’t help that this was inspired by Sol, Venus, and Mercury!

I fixed comments, so fire away!

P.S. I just now noticed, the rune letters spell “ask”. Red herring? Or a different way to look at it?

P.P.S. I also see three Kenaz’s, blocked by an Isa. Talk about Unintended Consequences!

Idling: Thoughts on my Lover

Such soft hands. Another feature no mocker has ever faked. Hair as delicate and delightful as flame in the wind. He has his mother’s eyes, brightly green and vibrant. His mother’s love has marked his scent, of delicate flowers and honey. Tall and thin, yet solidly built. I’m afraid to embrace his frame, from fear I would break him. A fear he is quick to solidly disabuse. His strength is more than enough. Much more than enough.

What else shall I tell of my lover? That he whispers dares in my ear? He doesn’t ask of what I can not do, just what I should not do. Shameful? Only to those that are ashamed. He tips the day’s water, laughing as the rivulets soak the shoes. Only to chuckle when you find the shoes were already lost to wear.

Even when angry, his voice is gentle. Even when heated, he never yells. His words need no force, they find the sorest of weaknesses and drill with heated tip.

I love him. I don’t fear him. I honor him. I will not cower before him. He taught me to stand. To stand for myself. To serve without losing myself. To be strong but not cowardly. My lover taught me the delights of my soul and body, even as his lips kiss so rough.

He taught me the delights of beauty. Insists upon it. I did not see my beauty until he showed it to me. Let me be beautiful. I now see as he does. Take care of the body, if not for my own delight, then for him. A little glimmer, a little color. He asks only that I adorn myself as a woman in my time would.

Shall I tell you of my lover? His name is rejected by many. There are those that think they have him, coerced him to their bidding. But how does one trick a trickster?

By beloved. My lover. Loki.

Dream: Green

I had just woken up from an overly dramatic dream. Despite the detail, I considered it to be of no import, and made getting coffee my number one objective. Coffee acquired, I sat down at the long kitchen table, propped up my slippered feet, and nodded a good morning to my dear beloved roommate as he shuffled past seeking his own cup of coffee.


Long kitchen table? My roommate is who? Oh, I’m dreaming, still. Good morning, Mr. Nolan, let’s see where this rabbit hole leads.

He grunts as he passes me. I know the grunts meant “Good morning, Keri,” so I just smiled at him and returned the greeting.

“Finish your first cup, start on your second, then you can tell me why you look so haggard this morning.” He nodded as he finished off his first pour. His second attempt at speaking was noticeably improved after the application of caffeine.

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Dream: Just Another Face

I was in the dverg’s chamber again. It is really a chamber he had made for me, a gift of sorts. He had first brought me here when he taught me a healing sleep during a migraine. He calls it my chamber, I call it his chamber.

Laying on the dirt bed, I was shivering in heat. I wasn’t sick in the Waking, I couldn’t understand why I felt feverish here. I felt something like lace on my hands and feet. I tried to shake them off, but they didn’t move. I heard a familiar voice but it sounded from so far away. I tasted the acrid sting of magic in the air.

Panicking I try to kick off the lace from my feet. Pushing against the dirt bed, I manage to bolt upright before a small and cold hand pushes back on my chest. I tried to look around, but something was wrong with my eyes. I couldn’t see.

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Dream: Whose Leash?

Been sitting on this all day. A long day to wait. A short writeup to hammer out. A good beer to assuage my self with.

As the dream starts, I have everything under control. Every. Thing. My job, my coworkers, my family, my peers, my servitors, the spirits that speak to me in dreams, everything. At first, all appears to be going precisely the way I want it to be.

As I look around, I see my level of control represented by ethereal leashes connecting me to those around me. Is my sister being too demanding of me? Verbally, I tell her to back off. In the aether, I see me giving her leash a short controlling jerk. I am amused by the representation, and allow it to feed my ego.

I make the decision to leave the repetitious habits and haunts and find new things to get in trouble with. To do so, I must break away from those that currently serve me. I summon forth the representative leashes and try to drop them all.

But I’m caught fast. The leashes are attached to my hands.

As I try to live my days, trying to change from the pattern of behaviours I had engaged in before, I find a horrible truth. Those around me had become so accustomed to my behaviour, they would not allow me to behave differently than I had before. I had carved out a role in their life, and by hell, I would continue to play that role.

Instead of controlling the myriad factors of my life, I am now being controlled by those same factors.

The very leash I used to control others was now controlling me.

My last thought in the Dreaming, was crying out in anguish from being bound by my own hubris. The various forces of my life jerking hard upon the leash, driving me to live by their desires.


The sun was not gentle upon my eyes. The sheet was wrapped tight around neck and arms. It served to punctuate the distressing dream I was wrenched from.

Lesson of the day: “The same leash you use to control others can control you as well.”