Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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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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Dream Journal: 2014-10-30.02
It’s a dream, but not filing this as a Weaver dream. More like an expression of my subconscious that I’m dodging because sometimes fuck maturity. I’m in a place of complete darkness, held fast by a multitude of hands that I can only feel. The entity of those hands can not make sound, and I…
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Dream Journal: 2014-10-30.01
I walked with a black wolf so huge, my head didn’t even come up to its shoulder. We walked side by side through an old growth forest along a path that was forgotten by the extinct but remembered by the trees.
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Dream Journal: 2014-10-24.02
I closed my eyes for five hot seconds… And after [B] finishes chewing my ass out for not doing my homework like I was supposed to, he takes it upon himself to give me a lesson anyway despite the lack of prep work. “So, let’s talk about your birthday because you don’t want to.”
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Dream Journal: 2014-10-24.01
The Instagram Nightmare. Required information: My face makes me uncomfortable because Childhood Abuse. I am not a Christian. I hate being sandbagged by fear so I will challenge it directly. Waking world information: I have an Instagram account that currently shows my face clearly as well as the rosary. For some brainfart reason, I tagged…
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Dream Journal: 2014-10-23.01
Me: “This is very structured for it to be an afternoon stroll. Is this an initiation?” [A]: “… Yes.” Me: “Aren’t you supposed to lie to me about that?”
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Dream Journal: 2014-10-20.02
I closed my eyes for five hot seconds… I was [in a certain place] that I thought was the domain of [this guy] but was quickly corrected by [the monarch] who ruled here. [They] wanted my attention. Formally. No more passing notes in the night or allowing others to drop hints. I’m here. [They’re] here.…