Tag: aliens
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Home Is Where The Coffee Is
The night was not pleasant. Too many distractions built up from the week meant I didn’t recognize calls and tells until after the window for answering them had closed. My sense of disconnection deepens and I fear I have recognized my errors too late to remedy them. All night I had dreams of a wanderer…
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Dream: Division
Too wired to sleep, too tired to function, I concede victory to the late night hour and tell the indifferent walls that I’m going to bed now. After a few minutes of being utterly bored and restless, I concede victory to my worries and get up to walk around. Oh look, Harlequin is holding session…
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Is This Just Fantasy…
This was not the first world in yesterday’s clusterfuck of dreams, hallucinations, and fits. That “honor” will go to the Maelstrom. The horror of the shamblings’ attack had set in, and I was desperately wanting to get away. To be elsewhere, anywhere, but in the grip of a slow death. “Anna? You okay?” Huh? What…