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The Weight of Sand
The police chief listened to his deputy continue to describe the scene. He had received the call an hour ago. Another ten children and two adults dead or dying. He didn’t tell the deputy he had snuck a sip of his own ‘patience’ on pulling up to the scene. It wasn’t just that the victims…
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Tumbled Dreams: December 22 – December 28, 2012
What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help…
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An Education
What does a lost explorer in a rainforest, an early morning at a diner, a shady general contractor, a wheelchair-bound teacher, and a sensory-challenged man have in common? Where Keri receives “An Education” in 3,229 words. And fails to understand the lesson.
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-13.02
After leaving Thor, Sif, Loki, and [the boy], I thought that was the extent of my dreaming adventures last night. It wasn’t. A funny thing happened on the way back to the lair. I’ve spent the morning in thought, trying to reconstruct the clues left behind. I wasn’t going to say anything but the clues…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-11.01
They plied me with exotic drinks and rich food. All carefully laced with hypnotic drugs in low doses, so that the stupor would come on gradually. Sweet fleshed women and well honed men lay beside me while I rested on the oiled body of my sculpted host. I was watched carefully. I had not eaten…
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Ask Keri: What Are You Talking About?
A “not rude at all” Anon asked: “I get lost in your blog posts for hours but I must admit I thought I’d pick it up by now and have not – what exactly are you talking about? That seems so much ruder than I intend, honestly your blog is one of my favourites but…
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Dream Journal: 2012-10-14.01
I’m not that good a chess player. It takes repeated whacks with the clue bat before I start to follow the trail. I’m also still quite naive as fuck and often don’t remember the universal law of dealing with sentients. “Everyone is hiding something.”
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Dream Journal: 2012-09-23.01
Reminded why I’ve gotten in the habit of placing myself at certain “safe spots” as soon as hypnagogia hits. To just float off into sleep without tying my ass down somewhere is always asking for trouble. It didn’t help that Horatio was suddenly in my face, trying to surround me. “No, dammit. I thought we…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-26.01
What little dreams I had last night were dominated by household stress. I’m done playing by the rules. The shit is critical, and I am not joking. Last night I put the house Regulars on notice. Any that have been feeding off the malaise my mother is so damn good at generating have had their…
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-20.01
Remember lots of things from last night’s dream. None of it clearly, though.