Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
-
Dream Journal: 2016-09-30.01
I dreamt… Of cruel gods and crueler intentions. Of misery extended by acts of kindness. And understanding withheld lest the heart fails completely. I dreamt… Of game pieces held in place against inertia. Of webs pulling trapped limbs in unnatural bends. And the silencing of the fervent prayer lest the game ends prematurely. I dreamt……
-
Dream Journal: 2016-09-26.01
“I need you to trust me.” Oh shit. Like that ever ended with anything I didn’t regret. I just grunted at him in response. “I need a vessel and a catalyst. You’re both.” Less grunting and more growling. I didn’t like his implication. “It will be the worse for them if you don’t help. It…
-
Dream Journal: 2016-09-20.01
Because there’s no better sensation than being held down by an unknown force in a pitch black room while your soul/spirit is being pulled out of your body through the crown of your head, right? What do you mean cause for alarm? I still have another half-dozen soul pieces left. Seriously, though. Fuck my dreams.…
-
Spirit Journal: 2016-09-19.01
It’s only pareidolia. That’s what I keep telling myself, but I don’t on a deep level, I’m not accepting the bullshit.
-
Dream Journal: 2016-09-19.01
Dreamt I walked through the twisting cave alone. No light save the lit oil lamp I brought with me. It illuminated my hand clearly, but everything else was seen more with imagination than sight.
-
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.
-
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.
-
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…
-
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…
-
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…