Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Dream Journal: 2017-05-31.01
The ceiling split and crumbled away in defiance of gravity as the light solidified and fell as dust on my waking face. I mumbled something akin to “da fuq” as a figure shrouded with the darkness that scares underbed monsters descended to hover over me. It lifted its face revealing a time stained skull devoid of…
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Spirit Journal: 2017-05-29.01
It has been about two months since I last saw anything from the hillside spirit I zoom past to and from work. I had mentioned to others that it felt like a door was gradually closing starting last fall when the harvesting of the fields around the hill was at its peak.
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Dream Journal: 2017-05-17.01
The unyielding floor boards pressed into my knees, alerting me that I was not in my room anymore. My black feather cloak moved with my hands as I brushed my fingers over the worn blemished wood. A series of small bright flares caught my attention, and without looking up I knew I was surrounded by a…
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Dream Journal: 2017-05-15.01
Can’t a body get some rest? Here I am, sitting on some rocks on the side of a mountain. It’s just before dawn. It’s just after sunset. It’s the height of noon. It’s the dead of night. Where and when I am doesn’t matter. The only thing that is important here is that I am…
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Dream Journal: 2017-05-07.01
I knew some type of precipitation was going to roll in this weekend, but I expected the usual failed promises from the meteorologists. Instead, I received the opposite, with a vigorous storm rolling over everyone’s exposed wood dash convertibles and unsealed wicker furniture. Pareidolia had me seeing canine imagery in the quickly moving clouds this time instead…
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Spirit Journal: 2017-05-06.01
A Catholic friend and I often have conversations about her faith and my lack. Neither one seeks or even wants to convert the other, but the space between us is an accepting one and she knows she can air out her doubts without condemnation for or against from me. Our most common reply to each other…
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Spirit Journal: 2017-05-05.01
The clouds looked brushed across the morning sky as if by a great hand with greater sweeps. I thought nothing of them as I merged onto the freeway on my way to work. An idle brain does idle things, and clouds were made for wishes anyway, so no wonder I started to see patterns in…
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Path of Daleth: Epilogue
Angel. Their appearance hit softly against my senses. Just hard enough for me to identify them, just soft enough for me to be aware I was not in conflict with them. I flinched anyway.
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-29.01
“Now wait here for at two hours. We want to make sure you are not going to have a post-surgery reaction to the modifications.” The nurse patted my arm and started their rounds. I was lying on a gurney in the hallway with several other patients. Each of us had undergone some transformative surgery. They…
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Dream Journal: 2017-04-27.01
I had closed my eyes for a long rest before getting on with the late evening’s obligations. I did not realize I had fallen asleep until I had opened my eyes and found myself standing in a place of darkness illuminated only by the two large concentric rings of white light surrounding me on the…
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