“No, I can’t trust anyone. I can’t even trust myself. I don’t know what to do. Everyone is laughing at me.” The screens solidified into a solid fence around me. The colors blending into each other in a dizzying array.
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Category Archives: Three Different Ways
Tumbled Dreams: July 21 – 27 2012
What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help explain some of the characters and sudden changes in plot and direction.
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Under The Telling Tree
I was brought to a Telling Tree that grew at the top of a small hill. A few hundred of the Folk sat down below me as I took the offered seat of honor. I noted the canopy of the Telling Tree was such that it directed all sound downhill. It also captured voices from the audience and funneled them to those seated at its trunk. An excellent auditorium.
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Audacious Day Is Coming
Audacious Day is a personal holiday of mine. Last year was the inaugural occurrence. I had been stuck in a rut and needed to break out. But all doors, mundane and spiritual, were closed off to me. If I wanted to move forward, I would have to break some of them down and burst into offices I had no place being.
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Tumbled Dreams: July 14 – 20 2012
What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help explain some of the characters and sudden changes in plot and direction.
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A Dream of Two Bindings
In “A Dream of Two Bindings”, Keri details how beautiful the ugly can be, and how ugly the beautiful can be, and how bindings aren’t always as bad as one thinks.
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Child’s Play
From cute and cuddly, to flying cars, to children’s dolls. Keri describes in 7,706 words what passes for “Child’s Play” in her dreams.
The King of Thieves
Of course, I don’t just dream I’m royalty. I have to be a special kind of royalty…
I was the King of Thieves. Outside the orphanage, some had discovered us, but instead of revealing us, they also helped. Placing goods in secret drop spots, providing hiding places when the police stumbled across us. I found the populace at large was not happy with the ruling class after all, but because they were kept scattered, none felt confident in raising their voices. I felt invincible. A modern day Robin Hood. But like Robin Hood, I knew my reign would not last. I made plans for the day of my discovery.
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Disjointed Scenes: Undoing
The Maelstrom was beautiful, hypnotic, and silent. I had just closed my eyes and found myself clutching to the side of a cliff. The ground was obscured by mist. Above me the fog churned in contemplation. I was being called someplace, and I was resisting. I knew if I allowed my fear to rise, it would destroy whatever benefits were waiting for me. No. I will not fear the Maelstrom any longer. The only way out, is through. And so, I lept off the cliff, allowing the Maelstrom to swallow me up.
What follows is laid out in a linear fashion, but was not experienced linearly. The Maelstrom splits my awareness, so that I am experiencing several different realms simultaneously. (Or as close to simultaneous as the human condition allows.) Each bulleted paragraph in this list is a jump between the different awarenesses I had.
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Dear Keri: Where’s Horatio?
Asked privately, but it’s a damn good question, so here we go:
“I haven’t read much about Horatio lately. You still have him/it trapped in that trinket? You do all your own dirty work yourself anyway. I don’t see you as the kind of magician ordering spirits around.”
Well…