Tag: Rummer John

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-29.01

    “Did you bring rum?” The Rummer’s voice brought my attention full to the fire. The prairie scrub around us was dry and brittle. The slightest movement raised puffs of dust. I never tried ‘bringing’ a bottle. I called to mind one of my favorites, a strong dark rum with a distinctive bottle. I closed my…

  • 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…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-10-10.01

    My dreams were one part dead sleep, one part someone painting my face, one part Mother issues, and many parts indulgent and unrepentant snoring. No intrigue. No chess. No explorations. Just me lying at rest, while [redacted] hummed happily to himself drawing on my skin. “You are still not of my number. You never will…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-27.01

    While I did indulge in Roman Tea yesterday afternoon, I made sure to be sober long before bed. I was feeling quite apprehensive about dreaming. A little chat with Sir Nathaniel, a little chuckle over the image of a turtle with a top hat. A little hugging and abiding with Head In Chest. He still…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-09-26.02

    Shit. I just realized who hijacked my ass in day before yesterday’s dream. All I remembered of him were a few key symbols, and I couldn’t understand why I had no sense of panic or wariness. He did apologize for intruding, then said it was of the utmost importance I accompanied him. Of course, he…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-08-23.01

    “What’s this? You’re planning something in my honor?” I had just closed my eyes for five hot seconds. I should be completely alone. And yet, I’m not surprised to hear the Rummer’s deep voice. He does love to ambush me after all.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-07-02.01

    What was supposed to be indulgent escapism is manipulated. Weaver brings the dream to a halt and uncovers the interloper. A dodged issue is confronted.434 words.

  • Dream Journal: 2012-04-12.01

    “You don’t even know what a pair of crossed keys mean, do you?” He held up my glass of rum and swung it gently before me. “I know a few interpretations, but they are other people’s words. I don’t understand them.” I knew better than to take the glass away. I would wait for him…

  • Dream Journal: 2012-02-20.01

    Weaver holds the toy of an adult. Is she mature enough to keep it?322 words.