Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2015-02-20.01

    “So you wear a hat, now. It’s pretty. Frames your face well.” It took me a while to recognize who was speaking. Watching him pour the guilt-dark fluid into the chipped glasses didn’t help. Smelling the arrogantly sharp blackstrap rum, did. “Yes, Sir. I finally found one to my liking.”

  • Accepting Rejection

    I fell through the floor into a place in between. My first reaction was laughter, because I already knew I was dreaming, and that where I fell from was supposed to be a cave hewn out of solid rock. So how could I fall through rock? Dream logic, I guess.

  • Io Jupiter!

    I see that smirk! That boyish grin brightly boasting behind that too damn old grizzled scheming beard. Cheeky shit. I’m totally blaming you, I hope you know. And by blaming, I mean thanking, because I know it’s not by accident you let your hand be seen. Not all tricks are played in spite. Sometimes fortune…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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.

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…