Dreams

Late party

28 October 2010

In which I attend a Hallowe’en party.

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Cinema

30 April 2010

I caught one of a group of kidnappers in the act, and when he tried to get a gun out of his pocket I stabbed him in the throat with a plastic fast-food knife.

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Tides

30 April 2010

Hundreds of people, a crowd scene, a stampede, people I didn’t know, all kinds of people, teenagers and crones, bums and CEOs.

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Rainwater

30 April 2010

In a blur, someone grabs my shirt front and yanks me into the darkness. I stumble, nearly falling, but am quickly slammed backwards against the wall.

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Demon

30 April 2010

It’s a bad start for your day when you wake up with a 45 pound invisible demon squatting on your chest trying to suffocate you. I stayed up a bit late, and went to sleep with my mind agitated, spinning wildly around topics too heavy for a bedtime story. No surprise then that I woke [...]

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Walking north

30 April 2010

It’s hot out, but there’s some breeze, so it isn’t too bad. I’m wearing my backpack with my belongings in it, including some blank books. The batteries for everything else ran out long ago. The country is flat, and I’m trudging up the empty highway toward— I’m not sure. But going there isn’t a question, [...]

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Yellow

30 April 2010

He was swinging his arms wildly around his head and face, batting at something invisible.

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Scarabs

30 April 2010

I am standing in front of a whitewashed wood frame house in New England. The house is completely surrounded by cobblestones, and there are several similar structures inside the high stone wall. There are other people with me; I am part of a tour.

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Gluttony

30 April 2010

Suddenly, I was taken with a strange compulsion. I picked up one of the books, a paperback copy of A Wrinkle In Time, and tore out the first page, stared at it for a moment, then popped it into my mouth and started chewing it. It was surprisingly flavorful, tasting like Sno-Cones, with a faint scent of summer grass. I only hesitated for a moment before tearing out another page, and another.

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Ophidian

30 April 2010

I was working at the computer when I saw the snake glide across the floor. It was about the width of a pencil, maybe a little thicker, about two feet long, and a slick, glossy black. I rolled my chair back in surprise, and saw the tail of another glide under my desk, just inches [...]

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