Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2014-09-24.01

    The Silent Harlequin Tuxedo Jupiter made a surprising appearance. Deceptively light of foot, he took me on a waltz around the solar system. As he led me to alight between the moons, he moved us as bolts of lightning zapping through space. (It was a dream, okay.) I made a cheeky reference to Zeus, and…

  • Kissing Roger

    Weaver brought Roger into the City and now Weaver has to take him out. Just another job, right?8,403 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2014-09-22.01

    Warm, soft, and perfumed hands held me in iron grips as my mouth was pried open. The funnel was forced to the back of my throat and my nose was pinched to keep me from ejecting the intruding fluid through my sinuses. Bittered honey failed to mask the tart drug as I was forced to…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-09-20.01

    The dream started with a deck of cards that were mine by possession but I couldn’t make sense of them as the formal instructions directed. So I gave them away to someone that claimed they could. That someone laid out a whole deck spread following a very strict instruction and stumped themselves with it. They…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-09-15.01

    After bargaining with some carnivorous river folk for their leftovers, I brought “Boss” something to eat. Along the way, I realized I identified him in error. If he was a ghoul, he would have had neither a fleshy beating heart for me to grasp, nor a soul to tremble in fear. But he still set…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-09-14.01

    The Envoy calls Weaver back to the City. Weaver brought Roger into the City, now Weaver has to get him out.3,657 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2014-09-12.02

    In my visions, the representation of planetary Jupiter, the Silent Harlequin, never speaks. If he appeared with Little Miss Gothic Lolita (planetary Saturn), he let her do all the talking. The Silent Harlequin, and later his messenger who wore my face but was not me, only spoke with tarot cards. Usually employing some slight of…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-09-12.01

    Dreamt the house was on fire. While everyone else was standing around like drunk Sims, I tried to call the fire department. “We sorry, but your call can not be completed as dialed.”

  • Dream Journal: 2014-09-08.01

    This has got to be one of the most boring and mundane dreams I ever had. But it’s also a little exciting because of the implications. In it, I was setting up my new laptop while Tumblring working on the old laptop. (Note, only the old laptop exists. I have not purchased a new one.…

  • Dream Journal: 2014-09-07.01

    I can’t see her, but I know she’s there. I can smell the unmistakable scent of pure water, and there is an actively serene atmosphere about me. I want to relax here. I know I’m safe. Of all entities I’ve faced, I know I’m safe here, with her. But the wounds of my evisceration are…