Tag: The Swarm
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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: 2017-05-15.01
Can’t a body get some rest? Here I am, sitting on some rocks on the side of a mountain. It’s just before dawn. It’s just after sunset. It’s the height of noon. It’s the dead of night. Where and when I am doesn’t matter. The only thing that is important here is that I am…
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Dream Journal: 2017-02-08.01
“You’ve been following me for fucking weeks! What the fucking hell do you want?!”