Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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A Proper Response
Rip the veil over your face. Face the fire and spit up blood. Give the empty offering to the unclean altar. Crack the stones with your teeth. In bright light of day, offend sensibilities. Take the outrage as your overdue fee. Intone the forbidden syllables, shit your pride. Bless all your holies with pee. Blaspheme…
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The Ocean Is Receding
I stood at the shore, my feet neatly intersecting the high tide line, and watched as the water silently and steadily withdrew from me. Once it passed the breakwater point, it appeared to stop wistfully retreating and instead rushed fervently to a point far beyond where my eyes could see. As if it seemed reluctant…
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Down To The Bone
My right arm ached. I reach over with my left hand to rub the shoulder, but another hand takes mine and lays it back down. “Rest. You are safe here.” Socheniel wipes my face in a soothing gesture. I notice much of the right side of my body numbs as a response. I open my…
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Forgive me. I am a thief.
Forgive me. I am a thief. I’ve come to steal back what is mine. What should have been mine.
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Dream Journal: 2015-01-09.01
“You can’t be here! You’re not authorized! You don’t have the papers! You don’t even have the secret key! You can’t be here! NOW GO AWAY!” The angry man waved his arms as if he could scare away small birds. The layers of robes hung flaccid from his arms, and the weight of all the…
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Path of Teth: Retrieving the Wand
Sitting down and reviewing past events, I realize that I have been intentionally finding excuses not to go after the wand. Fear about dealing with angels. Fear about not being sure what I’ll find. Fear about the unknown in general. Fear about being wrong and that I’m just deluding myself. Fuck fear. If I do…
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Dream Journal: 2015-01-04.01
Dreamt of a MMO pacifist guild called “Sisters of Joy”. All were clerics, spec’d to a pure Holy tree. They had a pink tabard, and most of the toons were female. As a guild, they specialized in crafting cloth armor, bandages, and bags. Their mounts were unicorns and they looked absolutely adorable. The hardcore PvP…
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Dream Journal: 2015-01-03.02
The people moved aimlessly across the compacted desert. If you ignored their humanity, it was like watching Brownian motion on a two-dimensional surface. Strangely captivating to watch. Everyone was naked. Most appeared over the age of thirty. Some appeared gaunt and underweight. Some appeared buff and in the height of health. Most were distinguished by…
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Dream Journal: 2015-01-03.01
The dream opens with me getting my ass chewed out by someone that thought they were my superior. While she paced back and forth detailing my lack of duty to her, someone of her rank, and someone in her position, I was reading the papers she had left exposed on her desk. Being able to…
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Dream Journal: 2015-01-02.01
“Mind the counter for me, please? I really, really gotta go!” The clerk was doing the dance that toddlers do best. I figured this wouldn’t take but a few minutes, so I said if he was willing to risk it, I’d be game. “Thanks! All the barcodes are accurate and show the name of the thing…
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