Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Punch In, Punch Out
“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I can’t make a connection. I have nothing to give to you.” As I spoke, I gestured to the divination tools in front of me. Cards, notched sticks, and marked stones lay in lovely patterns that would surely appeal to someone’s sense of aesthetic. The client, a youthful appearing white woman in…
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A Strange Herb
The first occurence of this dream happened several weeks ago. The scene was so quick, it was easy to dismiss it as the echo of a commercial or some scene I read in a mostly forgotten text. But the dream persisted in repeating until I recognized it. The dream begins to reveal I am standing…
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Ochre and Amber
I had woken often during the night, but had no anxiety about it. It’s just a thing that happens sometimes. I was more annoyed that I was likely to fall into a good sleep only five hot seconds before the alarm sounded. The pattern of sleeping for five, wake for thirty, ended as I felt…
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Larger On The Outside
Dter1 went back to my parents’ house to pick up any mail still going there. It was her first time setting foot at the property since leaving the week before Christmas. I could tell something was bothering her after she came home, but I did not pry. She remained apart from me for an hour…
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Blue Shift
Until yesterday, astronomical events didn’t fuck with me any more or any less that any other person on this planet. Eclipses were a time of detached observation and an excuse to indulge in terrible puns while teasing the local doomsayer. I knew there would be a solar eclipse yesterday, that the only area affected by…
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Dream Journal: Soft. Be Still.
I wasn’t trying for anything, I was just trying to sleep. Anxieties I had ignored for too long and worries that overfed each other crawled into my bones, making me ache from head to toe. I couldn’t sleep. I thought to get out of bed and do something constructive like finally count how many tarot…
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Home Is Where The Coffee Is
The night was not pleasant. Too many distractions built up from the week meant I didn’t recognize calls and tells until after the window for answering them had closed. My sense of disconnection deepens and I fear I have recognized my errors too late to remedy them. All night I had dreams of a wanderer…
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Winner’s Remorse
January was full of revelations. I always knew I was being played by “The Spirits”, but finding out just how far the game went really fucking hurt. The degree to which the things I took for granted were just smoke and mirrors meant to distract me made me despondent. Whole fortresses were revealed as vain…
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Help In Any Form
I’m still sorting through the stuff I brought with me during the move. Work and commute during the week left me very tired after work and the weekends never had enough hours to take care of everything, so I still have four banker boxes of old paperwork to sort through. It’s not helping that the…
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Dream Journal: 2018-01-14.01
I had barely closed my eyes when Malphas1 was upon me.
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