Tag: First Mother
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Dream Journal: 2017-08-13.01
Before I was blindfolded, I was made to stretch out my right arm. The blindfold flashed between two colors, seemingly all of one particular color before seemingly all of another particular color and yet it was no color at all. It was as transparent as a vacuum and as dark as a black hole. I…
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Dream Journal: 2017-07-21.01
Sometimes the Swarm is a cloud of tiny flying insects. Sometimes the Swarm is a dense cloud of vapor. Sometimes an ooze of nanobots. Sometimes a cacophony of disembodied voices. But no matter how the Swarm appear in my dreams, they are still the same, still the Swarm. Still the Dead.
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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.