The nightmare was just a repackaging of internal shit and external drama. Some wounds will never heal fully no matter how often I clean and salve them. Despite being lucid, none of my usual tricks brought the runaway mental train to a halt and I settled in for what was going to be another night of self-harm one way or the other. Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2017-04-12.01”
How do you chase lightning? How do you run down the wind? Still having time to spare before having to get up for the day, I sought [Sunchaser] using the confirmed links between us. He’s easy enough to spot when I want to pour one out for him, but actually getting down to business? Tough.
Having exhausted the countryside I huffed in exasperation and turned to go.
The weight of his hand on my forehead brought me to a complete stop. Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2016-05-22.02”
“Wha cha doin?”
I was seated at a table with copious notes sprawled out over it. Diagrams, charts, and texts with scribbles in the margins were several layers deep. “Trying to figure out a thing.”
“Can I help?”
I looked up. Sunchaser’s black face was split by a wide toothy grin. “Not yet. You’re on my list of things to figure out.”
“Oh. Can I sit with you?”
Like I’m gonna tell a god what he can or cannot do. Oh wait, I do do that. “Behave yourself.”
“I will!” He sat down next to me as my chair turned into a bench. Quietly, he watched everything I did without interruption for the rest of the night.
Never did figure out the thing I was working on.
Wednesday evening on the drive home: Oh look, those clouds look like a FUCKING HUGE CANINE DEVOURING THE SUN! … Neat. My, what big teeth you have. Aw, now the sun is its eye. How adorable! Bye, doggy! Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2016-04-16.01”