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Dreams of Faerie: August 2009
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Monday, August 31, 2009. Of a horse and a dog and the Cavern of Death. I am in the old house. There is a horse there. It is a friend, and it is an enemy. It is in love, and it is insane. He chases me across the yard, across the corridor, across the room. I lock myself in a metal cabinet, and I am trapped. He menaces me through the holes in its walls. I feel the encouragement and support of my friends, the well-wishes of those whom I love, leaving that place with me. I make my way back to the neighbou...
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Dreams of Faerie: July 2009
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009. Concerts, Quakes and Voodoo Priests. My friends, Shari, Nicole, Kevin and I are at the Barbados Community College to see a concert headlined by Maxx and Mandy. During the concert, when Maxx is onstage, there is a group of Bajan white girls swooning over the sound of his voice. This one girl in the group said she was so willing to give him what was left of her virginity if he would have her. Not seeing them, I rejoin the others on the far side of the tent. I then proceed to j...
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Dreams of Faerie: Of Owl and Water, Tower and Tree
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Monday, February 13, 2012. Of Owl and Water, Tower and Tree. I am in the tower of the School of Life. I want to skip class to go and help my friend who is being bullied. I ask to go to the bathroom. The School Marm tells me to use the bathroom upstairs, so I cannot slip away. I go to use the bathroom upstairs. I enter my now empty classroom the moment the wave hits the tower, slamming into it with the force of non-existence. It rips off the classroom door, and thrashes around the teacher’s desk...It does...
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Dreams of Faerie: July 2010
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Saturday, July 31, 2010. Race of Blue Berry Strawberry Fruits. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am a quirky, otherworldly, bohemian girl and have been called everything from somewhat odd to slightly eccentric. I consider this a compliment. I am a writer, naturally curious about everything and see people as living, breathing, walking stories waiting to be told. Tell yours well . View my complete profile. Archives and Recent Posts. Race of Blue Berry Strawberry Fruits. Spirit Guides and Dream Makers.
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Dreams of Faerie: August 2010
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Sunday, August 1, 2010. Mandy and I are at the bottom of the ocean, on the bed of the sea. The waters are filled with squids and jellyfish and octopi, gun metal grey, rabbit red eyes. We kill them all to death, until the waters are red and black with blood. They ask us again. They ask us one final time. We cave. We give. We speak truth together. We are condemned. We are sentenced. We are imprisoned beneath our watery grave. I wake. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Feel free to leave ...
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Dreams of Faerie: February 2012
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Monday, February 13, 2012. Of Owl and Water, Tower and Tree. I am in the tower of the School of Life. I want to skip class to go and help my friend who is being bullied. I ask to go to the bathroom. The School Marm tells me to use the bathroom upstairs, so I cannot slip away. I go to use the bathroom upstairs. I enter my now empty classroom the moment the wave hits the tower, slamming into it with the force of non-existence. It rips off the classroom door, and thrashes around the teacher’s desk...It does...
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Dreams of Faerie: February 2010
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Monday, February 22, 2010. Beauty . Death . Freedom . Illusion. They are dressed in white like angels, but carry weapons that looked like giant syringes, which they bludgeoned a couple of us to the ground and to death with. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Archives and Recent Posts. Beauty . Death . Freedom . Illusion. Spirit Guides and Dream Makers. Message from the Muse. This is a Flickr badge showing public photos from Lore Peorthe. Make your own badge here. Message from the Muse.
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Dreams of Faerie: November 2009
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009. Of Serpents and Servants and Sally Dog Tales. There is a serpent. Its scales are vermillion and indigo. I can see it under the cellar of the new house. I can see it through the cracks in its walls. It is circling and spiralling, crawling and stalking the servant and I in the house that should be safe. Unlike the dream in which the racing itself does begin. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Archives and Recent Posts. Feel free to leave lots, if you have somet...
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Dreams of Faerie: Race of Blue Berry Strawberry Fruits
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Saturday, July 31, 2010. Race of Blue Berry Strawberry Fruits. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am a quirky, otherworldly, bohemian girl and have been called everything from somewhat odd to slightly eccentric. I consider this a compliment. I am a writer, naturally curious about everything and see people as living, breathing, walking stories waiting to be told. Tell yours well . View my complete profile. Archives and Recent Posts. Race of Blue Berry Strawberry Fruits. Spirit Guides and Dream Makers.
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Dreams of Faerie: Killcount
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Sunday, August 1, 2010. Mandy and I are at the bottom of the ocean, on the bed of the sea. The waters are filled with squids and jellyfish and octopi, gun metal grey, rabbit red eyes. We kill them all to death, until the waters are red and black with blood. They ask us again. They ask us one final time. We cave. We give. We speak truth together. We are condemned. We are sentenced. We are imprisoned beneath our watery grave. I wake. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Feel free t...
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