Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

Guess who didn’t get his request completed last night. If you said the Fucker of Sons, then you are correct. (Why did Rummer John give him that epithet? It took a while to figure it out. But once you consider that this is 184.999% a political move, and that the requestor had several chances to…

The face markings have changed, and it took him reminding me about the prohibition of using his to make me notice. I almost panicked at the realization. (Much to his amusement.) I tried to force them to go back to what I had been wearing these past several years, back to what I was used…

The Fucker of Sons is going to have to wait a while longer before I can get to his request. Someone with hella higher priority is yanking my chain, so I’ll be dancing elsewhere for a while. Though, I have to say, to my ignorant and naive sight, it sure appears that I am having…

What I wanted to say: “Do I look like a fucking lost and found? Your son lost it all looking for such.” What I did say: “I will ask [the lords of that area]. But I have no power there, and am restrained by their will. I can only bring to you what they allow.” What I’m…

The dream was simple. I was washing dishes. Nothing magical, woo, or otherworldly was going on. Just me and the dishes. Once I finished the dishes, I would be able to go do fun things. (Not enough bubbles in the sink to make doing the dishes, “fun”.)

The dream (or what I remember of it) is one scene. I’m high up a mountain, just at the snow line, crouching on a rocky outcrop overlooking the valley. I can see across to the even greater mountain range beyond. The clouds part, and the highest peak is visible for a few scant seconds. In…

Dreamt I was staying with a wealthy family for the night. They had so much food, it would surely spoil before they ate it all. They never ate the same thing twice in a row and always encouraged each other to eat more.