Tag: Puck
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-07.01
Puck babysat my ass last night. When I questioned why not Snake, he dropped that I wasn’t able to hear Snake clearly when I’m in this state of mind. I’ll admit, that bothered me. Greatly. “So… why you?” “Because if you go any further into Fucktitude Land, I’m to deliver you personally to Queen Mab.…
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Dream Journal: 2012-07-25.02
“Why didn’t you tell the fae behind the brick wall that you are Weaver? Or that you are “Friend of Puck”? Wouldn’t things be settled quicker if you dropped that first?” There’s the name Weaver, and there’s the title Weaver. Those that know me by the name Weaver usually don’t have a lot of expectations…
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Dream Journal: 2012-05-27.01
Dream Report: Six vignettes in one night. Poisoned. Sent shopping with inadequate funds. Family reunion. Rideshare bullshit. Home with the goods. Carried back to the Waking. A “Good Night’s Sleep”? What’s that?
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Dream Journal: 2012-05-25.01
Last day of Too Damn Early In The Morning Shenanigans. Went to bed early last night. Did manage to get a three hour block of solid sleep, right away. Then back to tossing and turning again. Don’t remember much of my dreams. Only that I had a lot of Otherworld Entities offering me a place…
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So I Gave Her What She Wanted
“Weaver… I know you were sleeping… but… ” More laughter. He waves a thin flat object at me, motioning for me to take it. “You gotta read this! They never learn!” He places the object by my hand and indulges in more knee-buckling laughter. 2,388 words