Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-17.01
“You’re going to have to face him eventually.” I went back to the last state I saw him in. I wondered if I should have gone full formal with Orphic hymns and ritual washing and proper preparation of a space that will never be properly clean no matter how close I cleave to traditional ways.
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Spirit Journal: 2016-09-16.01
Watching a little sparrow dart among the legs of chairs and patrons in the outside seating area of the coffeeshop. It’s September. If this was a wilderness area, the first fruits would be ripening as the grains go to seed.
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-16.01
“You’re going to have to face him eventually.” It’s meditation time. Head is still too hyper for stillness, but a mantra keeps my focus well enough. A cold hand grips my right arm and pulls me to the side before I remember I’m physically alone in the room. I pull back. My arm slides through…
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-13.01
Fell asleep. Felt something close. Open my eyes. The eye was as wide as I am long. The bronze and gold streaked iris focused on my face as I held my breath in instinct and remained as still as possible while watching the eye watching me. I could see mirth in the shifting of the…
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-12.01
“You’re going to have to face him eventually.” “I know.” “Worried about what he’s gonna do?” “Worried if I’ll be asked to atone for more than my error. And by asked, I mean commanded. And by atone, I mean crushed.” “He’s fair. Friend to mankind, or so I’ve been told.” “He’s the Master Thief, the…
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-11.01
Dream snippet that won’t leave me until shared but I’m wary to post: “[Wizards] have to kill ourselves from time to time. If we don’t sow the harvest, the magic stops.” I’m concerned someone may take that quote as an exhortation for suicide and I’m not here for that.
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-07.01
Dreamt I was back in old stomping grounds as a gladiator. Back in the day, I was a force to be reckoned with, but I had left for unknown reasons. I returned wearing the nondescript gear that was my trademark appearance but no one recognized me. Before I decided to leave for good, I was…
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-03.01
“Mom?” The tone was tense and more sleepy than I was. I felt her feeling the side of the bed for a clear space for her to sit down in the dark room. Something was bugging her and it couldn’t wait for morning. Okay.
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Spirit Journal: 2016-09-01.01
A traffic jam this morning meant taking side streets to work. Instead of a high speed nod of acknowledgement, I had a slow sashay past the memorial park that no longer resonates with me. Out of curiosity, I took advantage of the posted speed limit sign to drive slow enough to look sideways a little…
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Dream Journal: 2016-08-31.01
“… house be emptied of blood, and the larder be emptied, even of dust. The name [static] will rot for lack of mothers to birth it, and its sons will claim to be born of [wights] instead. Never shall you [all] be forgotten, but never shall [all] your memories be pleasant. This you [all] shall remain…
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