I knew some type of precipitation was going to roll in this weekend, but I expected the usual failed promises from the meteorologists. Instead, I received the opposite, with a vigorous storm rolling over everyone’s exposed wood dash convertibles and unsealed wicker furniture.
Pareidolia had me seeing canine imagery in the quickly moving clouds this time instead of angels. [Sunchaser], contrary to common myth, likes to “politely invite” me to his shenanigans. He’ll send canines to me in one way or another to let me know he will be calling for me to join his pack within a day or two. The multitude of canines in the clouds, gradually becoming more and more misshapen and distorted, meant to be ready once the sun sets.
He did not call until shortly before my desired bed time. As the temperature dropped, the winds increased. Gusts sounded like barking and the trees’ whistling rose as fell with the local dogs suddenly crying out. I was nearly overcome with a sudden smothering lethargy and thought it best that I go to bed immediately. As I prepared, I began to speak his name then involuntarily fell as something clutched my mind, howling to match the roaring outside. Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2017-05-07.01”
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”