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Dream Journal: 2012-08-16.01
Maybe I should sidestep Tumblr awhile. I just spent the last two and a half hours dreaming of watching some interesting reblog chains scroll on my screen. But only a few were some of y’all. The rest were Otherworld Folk that were jumping in giving feedback about my wordy posts and talking about things.
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Dream Journal: 2012-08-11.01
My scattered sleep has caught up with my ass. Sat here stalking reading folks on Tumblr when I felt a bone-jarring vibration in my body. I looked at my earthquake tells on my desk to see if it was something real or just me. Everything on the desk was perfectly still. Just me. Safe to…
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Dream Journal: 2012-07-24.01
Getting to sleep was easy. I had meant to start out the dream in the lair with Snake. There were things I wanted to discuss from the Waking, and I needed a safe place to air them out. So when I felt hypnagogia wash over me and opened my eyes, I was surprised to find…
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Child’s Play
From cute and cuddly, to flying cars, to children’s dolls. Keri describes in 7,706 words what passes for “Child’s Play” in her dreams.
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The King of Thieves
Of course, I don’t just dream I’m royalty. I have to be a special kind of royalty… I was the King of Thieves. Outside the orphanage, some had discovered us, but instead of revealing us, they also helped. Placing goods in secret drop spots, providing hiding places when the police stumbled across us. I found…
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Dear Keri: Where’s Horatio?
Asked privately, but it’s a damn good question, so here we go: “I haven’t read much about Horatio lately. You still have him/it trapped in that trinket? You do all your own dirty work yourself anyway. I don’t see you as the kind of magician ordering spirits around.” Well…
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Pullulate
. Here There And then A multitude spreads Quickly sprouting from forgotten seeds Bursting forth with unchecked desire and insatiable fecundity Ripening into clusters of over sweetened lust that rip into each other greedily Leaving a trail of life and devastation that turns onto itself with a spiral helix twist, splitting into diverse bacchanal expressions…
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To Serve Weaver
Tumultuous. Yesterday starting from early afternoon was full of Fuck. I think I was having a series of mild fits. It slacked off a bit going into the evening, then snapped the throttle control when I went to bed for the night. Different plot lines were lived out simultaneously. If I tried to write everything…
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A Working Vacation
Oh, I need a vacation. I really need a vacation. I’ve been running around the Worlds so much, Home doesn’t feel much like home. I’ve been stepping from the Waking into so many different places. Like now, for instance. One moment I was in my bed at home, now I’m wearing another business suit waiting…
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Reflect
I have such a lovely butt. Even though I’m not at my target weight, I am quite enamored of my ass. The full length mirror shows it well, along with the accompanying fullness of thighs. I like that too. Thunder-thighs? Yea. Jiggly, meaty, and several handfuls of fierce fire. The better to stomp some idiot…