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    The Secret Life of Demons

    A nerd by day, but when darkness falls--yeah, still a nerd.

    Dreams are a fantastic outlet for me to express the abundance of nerd dwelling within my soul. I know stuffs. Most stuff I know is lame, but I've been known to turn out interesting bits of information from time to time. I'm open to sharing dreams, but while I'm a people person...I struggle to be a polite people person. I've the heart of a maiden, but the intelligence of a king. All that really means is my field-of-fucks is empty, but there always comes a time to till the soil once again. The wheel of time keeps turning and I its willing victim.

    I don't have regular DCs with whom I play. It's more a list of people I regularly annoy who haven't figured out how to get rid of me.

    1. In Search of Another

      by , 06-07-2017 at 02:04 PM (The Secret Life of Demons)
      Trying to Locate Man of Shred (ld)

      It's a long way from where I am to where I need to find him. Worth the travel, if I can ever find him. The dreamscape is vast and the circles my mind has chosen to reside in (out of necessity) make travel inefficient. A father figure leads me through the country. He takes me through a field of tall grass which is clearly a road, but without cement. We enter a village area, the houses are smaller, about the size of single room lofts. Now I'm walking along the sidewalk and viewing the homes in the area as I pass them. The sunlight is softly fading through the windowpanes; the visual is quite lovely. Most of the homes are empty, but some have potted plants along the windowsill (inside). The town is quiet and deserted. I'm pondering the reasons for the emptiness and why we're taking our time to move through the town. I have no conclusion for why we've lingered.

      Home (nld & ld)

      I've traveled home, without that father figure. I'm tying up loose ends and am on my way out from the dream. Right before I leave, the house beside mine produces a tone I recognize. I step out of the car to gaze up at the window it's originating. The tone I heard was very similar to a Tibetan singing bowl. I stare at the window, gaining some degree of lucidity, but the person is hiding. I think of Shred but I realize that it might be best to not proceed inward. He is calling for my attention with the tone, but there's no attempt for him to leave the house. Also, I'm on my way to the airport so there isn't enough time for me to knock on his door (I was seconds away from waking). I'll have to come back later.


      I feel as though I did find him (my spirit). Sadly, my recall has been neglected as I focused attention on restoration instead of exploration. I'm hoping to flip this now that I'm feeling restored to a greater degree.

      Updated 06-07-2017 at 02:10 PM by 93387

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