firebreathing
there was a strange itch in the night. it turned noses and begun revolts. it’s stench stale as in the blood of the father, slain early wooden cross bared. Enter with haste, this cave that relinquishes fear, allow no one the comfort of consent and bare arms against those who appose.
Lucid Dreaming
Aubrey: So, since we are all aware that this is a dream. Are we all just aware that I am dreaming inside of my dream? or Are we all aware that we all are dreaming inside of our dream and there is a one in a million chance that we will all remember some version of it
Jeremy: I feel that we are all connected in a way that this dream is our dream and while we are all actually really taking apart of it inside of this realm the odds that any of us will remember it are slim.
Since we had realized that we were collectively dreaming we began to fly a bit.
Someone suggested that we materialize bicycles and go for a ride.
The dream fabric shudders. It twists in front of me. I see maris twist in front of her. Jeremy is riding a nice road bicycle by now, we soar further and over a bump in the ether.
Mari and I arrive on roller blades. It was the closest thing that our subconsciousness could muster.
We arrived somewhere,
Missy was there.
Missy and Mari and I were sitting around a laptop.
Missy first, then I and Mari behind me stared into the computer screen. We were discussing an email that no one sent.
We were ensuring that Meig was a recipient.
Damn it! Just when we thought we were on the road again, smooth sailing from here, ahead of the game! ..the shit storm rolls in and the thunder grumbles
“I’ve missed you”
Undaunted she steps on to the gravel. Somehow, she knew she was meant to arrive here although where “here” was she still wasn’t certain. The lighting was different. Here, the sounds warped in way that were nearly undistinguished as different but are in hindsight remembered as strange. The sulking olive undergrowth that laments her path seems friendly enough though the wailing wind occasionally sends the foliage in to a wildly unsettling shiver, she trudges on.
A Partial (Practical) Fairytale
Focusing had become rather challenging. Lady Isabelle, had never encountered anyone who was so deafeningly handsome. He didn’t seem to intentionally disrupt her studies, although she was certain he was aware of the audacity of his charm. It was almost definite that he’d been asked to leave the library before on behalf of the preservation of studious intentions. Every creature in the reading room had noticeably fallen into a trance.
Her mind wandered dangerously around his dazzling features and further away from her Alchemy studies with the end of every scroll.
Perhaps she thought, if she introduced herself, the fantasies would subside. Maybe, when she shook his hand it would be clammy and his introduction would come with a heavy lisp. It was indeed possible that he smelt of pickled anchovies and dusty parchment. She had yet to see a full toothed smile, perhaps he was adorned with wooden teeth.
