Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Ares: The Opera Singer
Ares the opera singer paces his training for maximum effect. He does not push his voice to reach the notes at the edge of his skill at first, but instead trains his lungs for endurance and stamina by practicing holding low notes and learning how to control his diaphragm. Ares the opera singer does not…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-17.01
Not feeling good today, so I went to lay down to take a nap. A last second impulse snatched the rosary from its bag as I passed it in the room. I didn’t realize I had grabbed it until I literally slapped myself in the face with it as I adjusted the eyeshield. (Years of…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-15.03
“That will protect you from the Angry Dead.” The old man spoke enough Spanish that I could pick out his intentions between the broken conjugations. Funny how he used a native term for the Angry Dead, yet I understood it just the same.
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-15.02
I closed my eyes for five hot seconds… I’m watching myself going through some motions in the bathroom. I have a travel-size spray bottle half filled with water. I’m holding it over the bathroom sink, also filled with water. On the counter is a box of matches, a fresh basil leaf, and a bottle of…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-15.01
Nothing he allows me to see is by accident. Everything is placed for maximum effect. The couch is nine feet long, but he makes it look like a snug loveseat for two. The glass coffee table between us appears fragile and barely able to hold the weight of the glass top. I’m sure if he…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-12.01
I hear chanting. I wonder if someone fell asleep with the television on again as I recognize the stereotypical drumming and singing that is supposed to signify the presence of First Nations peoples. Great. Another Get’Em Cowboy movie. I’m considering if blowing the power to the house to silence the steady influx of warped nostalgia…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-11.01
So yesterday was not a good day, and while I was much comforted by the presence of friends and amused by Sec’s not-quite stand up routine, I still went to bed in a shanking mood. I dreamt I was sitting on an outcrop of rocks overlooking a still lake. Still pissy, I was throwing pebbles…
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About those random blank screens…
The blog did not get hacked. You are not at risk. A plugin update went sour this morning, and while I was able to roll back to a backup, it wasn’t as clean a rollback as I thought it was. I’ll be reinstalling the WordPress backend later in the week and restoring the clean plugins.…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-10.01
Mercury came for me, as threatened promised. I dressed formally but simply and was escorted to the Palace of Gold. The interior looked like a pretentious weaving of Imperial Rome, New York gaudiness, French extravagance, and the emptying of all the vaults in all the worlds. Gold. Midas would castrate himself just for a chamber…
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Dream Journal: 2014-11-04.01
Yesterday I was goofing off in the game Archeage by planting a crop of turmeric in public lands in the middle of a place you have to all but use exploits to reach. It would take 5 hours of meatspace time for the gamble to pay off, so I placed my character next to the…
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