Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Dream Journal: 2013-06-01.01

    “But it… this particular spirit, this espirito, reached out to you personally, based on blood?” He touched the screen and scrolled through the data. The tablet responded normally. “What’s left to do?”618 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-05-31.01

    “Is that all it takes to make you think you are worth something to me?” Kir regarded me with kir large eye. “I use you. I taught you how to use this place, for what you cast off feeds my plants. Even now, as you are lying there on the stone, my plants take from…

  • I Want To Know

    A few folks from the table behind me not so gently nudged me forward. “Now, you be a good girl, prolly for the first time in y’life, and come up here and kiss my glass for good luck. Don’t worry about keeping up with us. We gotta worry ’bout keeping up with you.” I came…

  • A Match in a Methane Pit

    It was a short pause, but it was long enough for me to completely regain my composure. “I don’t have any sway in the Pop Culture Paganism wars. I’ve been silent intentionally. Not my monkey, not my circus. Two of you know exactly where I am about this.” I released my grip on the cup.…

  • Dream Journal: A Correction

    I lie. And this time, I lied at the wrong time and with the wrong words. Y’all know I fudge some things because I don’t have leave to make certain things public. I have a mea culpa to admit to, and a correction to post.253 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-05-28.01

    The box was waiting for me at the lair. Snake was not amused by its presence. It trembled every now and then from something within. “Livestock? Here? At least the wyrm is taking care of itself, but a chicken?” I opened the cardboard box to find just that. A black chicken. It looked up at…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-05-27.02

    Restless again. In the Nagalands again. The flowers still adorn the boulder, but they are faded and wilting. A breeze stirs around me, dense with the promise of sweeping the flowers off so I may have a place to sit. I shake my head and scoot a nudged flower back in place. So much in…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-05-27.01

    This entry is going to meander through Waking space for a bit. There is only one dream in this entry, short and devoid of colorful scenery. But it is enough. Very much enough.1,062 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-05-26.01

    The bar was closed. I stood on the road looking at the sign on the door wondering if I was on the right road. I looked around and saw all the other things I expected to see. A few other would-be patrons stood on the road with me. We looked at each other and shrugged.…

  • Ask Keri: How did you learn to be lucid in Dreams?

    An anonymous person queried: “How did you learn to be lucid in Dreams? And why doesn’t ‘coffee or tea?’ has a rum option?” Through obstinate stubbornness, repetition, and a close study of how the waking world operates. 1,015 rambling words.