Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2016-04-02.01

    So I’ve been wrestling with the Tarot Deck of Major Doom for a week now, and so far, it’s not very doomish. Yet. I don’t want to name the physical deck the doomishness is riding*, because these shenanigans are not an inherent property of the deck. That would be like saying because one particular bottle of a…

  • Dream Journal: 2016-02-21.01

    I was disembodied. More lazy cloud of smoke than anything substantial. Darkly being in a field of absolute darkness, I was enjoying being nothing until something even darker came and moved around me with feline grace. I recognized the entity immediately. “… Malphas.”

  • Dream Journal: 2016-02-20.01

    Is it out of line to throw a temper tantrum in front of a god, to a god? Just asking, in case someone other than me gives a fuck. So that monotheist demiurge is a-courting me again, and I lost all measure of decorum. The summary of my screams thesis is plain: At a crucial…

  • Dream Journal: 2016-02-15.01

    Them: You have [it]. Physically. In hand. Just as we had shown you. Just as we had told you. Me: I do. Them: Still you doubt?

  • Dream Journal: 2016-02-14.01

    While my coworker was dreaming of me protecting her (again), I was dreaming of Socheniel protecting me. Still dealing with some shit over yonder, the entity I was talking to was about to double-cross me.

  • Dream Journal: 2016-02-06.01

    Dreamt I was visiting a friend in a deep country town. My friend was already the “odd one” of the quaint (read: insular) town so my arrival was greeted with snorts of condemnations and a few stink-eyes punctuating warnings about “acting out of line”. But I had passed by the Old Man’s house on the way to my…

  • Dream Journal: 2016-01-31.01

    The woman sent a written request to Dionysus about her son as a matter of last resort. She wasn’t a follower of the Mad God, and was actually quite terrified of him as a good citizen should be, but she had seen the positive changes in her son’s life after he dedicated himself, so surely…

  • A Thorn By Any Other Name…

    In much the same way the name I once called the Antler Crowned and Green Masked Figure by is not his name, so to are the markers and name I know a certain Broker of Information by, not his.

  • Dream Journal: 2016-01-29.01

    The plane was supposed to crash. I was a passenger on that plane, and I decided that it was not going to. So the extreme turbulence ended and the pilot was able to regain control. I knew it was a dream. No other way would I be holding someone else’s baby otherwise. My fellow passengers…

  • Dream Journal: 2016-01-26.01

    Dreamt of a little shit boy with a freshly shaved head, robes aged twice as old as he is and twice as large as necessary running around with a cracked wood bowl. He was supposed to be silently begging for alms and praying for those that walked past him, regardless if they gave any or…