...because gods are the imaginary friends of an infantile species trying to come to terms with its own continued existence.

The stories are coming hard and fast, like the "writer's block" has been blasted. Re-finding the illustrations in my fingertips is slower, so I work on it as it comes. Have two stories finished, need the illustrations. Will be good soon ( Read more... )

Dream ( Read more... )

With deliberate purpose

With absolute joy

I am the fire

I am the forge

I am the crucible

I am purified

I sacrifice myself

Unto myself

I am
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Dream

I stand at a  gate of bone. From the other side a guard roars, "What right have you to pass?"

I reply. "I am Huginn! I am Muninn! I began as thought and I am eternal in memory!"

The gate opened with a flurry of wings and laughter.
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I dreamt that Neil Gaiman was playing in a British punk band. We had tickets for a show but for some reason couldn't attend. The night of the show a box came with two muppet style electronic dolls. One was Gaiman with a guitar; the other was a keyboard player with sunglasses and short dark hair. The faces were craggy, very obviously stuffed. When ( Read more... )

Night before last ( Read more... )

I was shopping with Lil in some shopping center. It was large and dirty. (I think old, and probably in a large smoggy city.) There were many police officers out in the parking lot when we came out. There was a Dollar Tree store directly in front of where I was parked. The Prius was a bus sized thingy, and I was supposed to be shopping with girls ( Read more... )

Dreamt I was walking down a path through a forest. The trees were all giant pinwheels on pink stems. The breeze had them spinning lazily casting dancing brilliance across the path. As I continued on I could hear pine needles crunching underfoot. Then the wind picked up and the whirring became a surreal keening. The day heated up and the smell of ( Read more... )

My family and I were at a park waiting for the rest of our family to arrive. We were having a party. (Perhaps my daughter's.) To the side we saw a friend of my son's with her father, dancing with a large party of people around a bonfire. We talked about going over, but knew we would miss our family, and if they came they would not join us there. ( Read more... )