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Dream Journal: 2017-06-07.01
The news report said to avoid downtown, so why is everyone headed that way? I changed channel on the radio trying to find something other than the same news feed repeated on every interrupted station. I had someplace to be, and the only way to get there was straight through downtown so whatever was in…
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Dream Journal: 2017-02-18.01
My hubris caught up with me and I took a nap this afternoon. I dreamt of an oil well rig being set up in the middle of Fuck You County (some back-ass part of Texas) in an area that the First Nations peoples had warned was No Good™. The first week of drilling was one…
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Dream Journal: 2017-02-12.01
“That’s stupid! You’re stupid! This is all STUPID AS HECK!” The boy wrenched himself away from the man dragging him towards the brightly colored camp. He left his brightly hued head cloth in the furious man’s grip as he stuck his tongue out in disrespect and turned to run away.
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Dream Journal: The Drum Waits
Once upon a Christian faith, I was the hand-drummer for the church band. Couldn’t swing a drumstick without hitting myself in the eye, but I could make a djembe weep. The church band did not seek adding a hand drum as part of the permanent set, viewing such instruments with a barely concealed suspicion. (It…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-14.01
I sipped the tea and hoped to find the right words to say as it curled around my tongue. “It’s kinda hard to be excited for finding a scenario that fits the clues given, when you have already plainly admitted to feeding me false information before.” Malphas tented his fingers before his face and subtly…
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Dream Journal: 2016-07-30.01
I walked into a private back room of a someplace bar expecting to catch up with some esoteric friends for beer and/or shenanigans. (Beer optional. Shenanigans required.) They had a tagalong in the form of a Me Too guy who wanted to catapult himself into the upper echelon of our not-a-coven gatherings. He identified me…
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Dream Journal: 2016-04-25.01
“I’m supposed to be meditating.” I knew damn well meditation for the day was over. He had pulled me out of my head and I couldn’t even feel my physical body anymore. “You’re supposed to be paying attention.” Snark is good. Snark means I haven’t fucked up, too much.
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Dream Journal: 2016-01-24.01
The master villain knows I have a wicked and evil temper. That once I lose my shit, so does everything in a five block radius. He used this to his advantage and tricked me into fighting his fire elemental behemoth in full ifrit mode. After all, you’re not supposed to fight fire with fire, amirite?
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Dream Journal: 2015-12-12.01
So last night I dreamt I had to go outside for some bum-fuck reason at midnight, and upon doing so, I looked up into the cloudless night sky. There, directly above me at the moment of astronomical midnight, was the New Moon. It was backlit as if it were a solar eclipse, but the light…
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Dream Journal: 2015-10-14.02
Step Over Yonder with full intention of Gettin’ Shit Done (fuck yea). God, it felt good to fledge out again. I’m gonna take the sky. A hop, skip and three good flaps should grant me enough oomph to go rawr. Well, it would. Except for the pillars of mud that have reached up from the…