Tag: top hat spider
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-28.01
Sir Nathaniel tried to gloat last night. I didn’t hear a single word he said. Instead, I noted his spider body legs had changed in color. From the beginning, his tarantula legs has been a vividly intense orange. (His decapitated head is the spider “body” he hides under the top hat.) When he returned, his…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-27.01
My dog is scheduled to be put down today. It’s been awhile coming but the dog’s legal owner couldn’t face it until now. I’m prepared. And breathing a sigh of relief he will no longer be in pain. Sir Nathaniel came home last night. “Now you’ll know what it is to be abandoned.”
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Ask Keri: Assorted Questions
So, that thing that was fifth in priority has been bumped up to first because I’ve become careless. What thing? Never you mind. Nothing to see here. Sir Nathaniel is still gone. After some insight from a friend, I’m going to just chill and wait to see what happens. Cleaning out the inbox and consolidating…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-25.01
I went to the lair to jump on the Incomplete pile. Some things were changed. Some things were scrapped. And a few were placed in the queue. Closing my eyes for five hot seconds meant dropping into deeper sleep. I lost track of the number of scenes, but they all had the same theme:
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-23.01
There is a difference between remembering and reliving. The house taught that to me this morning. Benefé (aka Jack aka Head In Chest) would be there when I wake up in the morning. He would often hold my hand in comfort before I ran off for the day. I remembered the experience vividly. But I did…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-22.01
I had a meltdown this morning. The holidays are painful for me. Today is Day One of Thirty Five days of begging for death. The day started off with a fantastic start, being reminded my mother wanted to kill me when I was born. Wrong color. Wrong gender. Among other things. (Today is not my…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-21.01
Jack is remembering more and more of himself. His memories flash over me when he touches me. His appearance has shifted from the corpse-gray Blemmey, to the young blond boy of Sir Nathaniel’s desires, to the emaciated black youth that died in the doctor’s tent. The hunger never changes though. He is always hungry.
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-20.01
The trembling shook every joint until his body sounded like a pile of sticks being tossed into a forgotten corner. But he was already in the corner. And all but forgotten. But he would remember him, right? He tried to call for him but only a plaintive whine came forth. He was too wracked to…
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Dream Journal: 2012-11-03.01
Once I’ve been to a place, I can return at will. Provided the guardians of that place allows. Seems those that guard the river under the crossroads like me, as I and Horatio was allowed to enter that realm without challenge. I had a promise to keep, a gift for a friend. I was supposed…
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Spirit Journal: 2012-10-28.01
Been bouncing back and forth all day if to write this up. It’s not anywhere near as entertaining dramatic as the other two dreams, but it marks a shift in the house dynamics. The Bastards in the attic got on my Last Nerve last night. I don’t remember clearly what set me off, only that…