Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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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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Dream Journal: 2016-08-29.01
I sat down. I looked up. Before me the Bright Queen in the Dark Hall sat upon her throne of shadows. I was thankful I was here in spirit, because I surely would have shat my pants upon realizing where I was if here physically. “Your Grace…” I bowed, still seated on the glass polished…
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Spirit Journal: 2016-08-27.01
The hillside spirit barely acknowledges my presence as I throw my Speed Limit + 10mph greeting out the window. (I’m still moving slow. The fast lane is usually cruised at SL+25.) Not surprisingly, really, as the crops under its guardianship are growing aggressively and the workers are often in the fields taking care of business.
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Four Little Words
I have been having a rough shit of a time these past several weeks. When depression is at an eleven, I go silent. Y’all have heard all my crying before, so why repeat the tune? Some days hours minutes it feels like I don’t even have the power nor the ability to breathe. All I…
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Dream Journal: 2016-08-02.01
The lights went out. Great. *stumble* *stumble* *STUB* Ow! The lights came back on. Wait. I’m not in my room anymore.
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Dream Journal: 2016-07-31.01
“You know the Tower’s fate.” “I do.” “And still you want in there? To join the doomed?” “… I do. Kinda.”