Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • 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.

  • For Want of a Feather

    I had received missives from Malphas while I was away on the last trip to the Path of Vau. They were short and to the point and I swear I could hear him giggle in nefarious delight. Would I be a dear and obtain a crow feather for him? The largest that I could obtain,…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-05-24.02

    “Raven. Hello.” My shroud is in tatters, exposing one breast. I care not for my modesty. The ravens had torn it in their… play… with me earlier. I bore fresh gouges on my shoulders from them. Gouges that were packed with bone ash after. The wounds will scar as was their intention. But I do…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-05-24.01

    “Yea!” “We have Reenactment Thursdays!” “Donuts and coffee on Tuesdays!” “It’s always Tuesday.” “I’m not complaining!” “Nothing hurts anymore and I don’t worry about shit anymore.”1,236 words.

  • The Cave and the Cathedral

    I don’t know why I feel like I’m saying ‘goodbye’ for the last time to Snake. Why I feel like I’m going to my death. As if regardless if I am successful and able to answer Lord Asmodel’s summons or not, I will be irrevocably changed and the Weaver that returns will be nothing like…

  • It’s All Gray

    There was only me, the devastation, and the sound of a little girl crying. I took a step, and noted I wore no shoes, but had panther feet. I was in the deathshroud of a Boneburner. Black raven wings came from my back, and my hands were more talon than human. I wore my deathmask,…

  • Ask Keri: What was the “high price”?

    From Tumblr, an anonymous person asked: “Hi! New reader and I am lost/confused about the shells that have been mentioned, and the “high price” that was paid for them. What was the price?”691 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2013-05-21.01

    “Another coffee, Sir?” He looked up grudgingly at the waitress. He noticed her pot was only a quarter full. It was all he could do to keep from launching into a verbal educational moment right then and there. “Do you think I’m addled? That I can’t see because I’m twice your age? That’s an old…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-05-20.01

    I sat in the lair for most of the night. Snake had gone off to start some shit attend to private matters. I had already resolved to go alone back to the Path of Vau, even leaving the beads behind. He and the beads had helped me recover, but I felt I was at risk…

  • Dream Journal: 2013-05-19.03

    I was concerned for a friend, and wanted to drop by and check on kir. But instead of walking up to their door, I walked into a science lab. A large containment unit with clear glass walls barely seen behind white metal sheilding was along one side. A bank of instrumentation was next to it,…