Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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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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Quite Simple, Actually
The other day I managed to break the script the Fearless Legion followed in welcoming (and ejecting) me from their realm. While their commander brought the encounter to its predictable end (and in a snap, at that), I did not leave empty handed. If I was going to go through the Warring Fields of Geburah…
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Dream Journal: 2014-12-28.01
For several weeks now I have been trying to access the Warring Fields of Geburah in an attempt to retrieve [the dream version of] my wand from the Path of Teth. Each time I entered the fields, I am quickly ejected by a series of fists greeting my face. Not this time.
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Trust? I’ll think about it.
So Friday evening I had a wild ride and a spot of adventure, and I really don’t want to go into all the details but let’s just say that the overriding theme of the evening is “Trust”. Which is one of the things I have the damnedest of times doing. I don’t trust anyone. People.…
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Path of Teth update: 2014-12-21.01
Every time I set out to get my [dream version of the] wand back from the Path of Teth, something always fucking happens, and I am either kicked out of the process or prevented from even starting in the first place. This post serves no other purpose than to profusely bitch about it while laughing because…
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Dream Journal: 2014-12-21.01
I was the proprietor of a small witchy/occult/woo supply store that had all the usual stuff you’d expect and some stuff you wouldn’t expect and some stuff that if you had to ask if I had it, I didn’t have it, but if you knew I had it, it was for sale as long as…
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Dream Journal: 2014-12-15.01
Rummer John ran his fingers over the one token I must wear at all times. The mark of [the one] that crowns me. The one god that actually owns me. “So, Girl. Tell me about [certain future plans]. Are things still going to go as you think they are?”
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Dream Journal: 2014-12-09.01
He dipped and he twisted as he hopped around in the dark hut. I watched impassively as the straw garbed man managed to keep his balance despite the unwieldy wood mask covering his head. The long beak reminded me of Pacific Northwest emblems, but the eyes of the bird mask were of a toad while…