A collection of lucid dreams and other misadventures. This blog has moved to Dream Fiction. I was traveling with a detective, a scientist, and a tall creature resembling something in between a cat and a bear. We were investigating a series of murders that took place in a nearby village. Five men and women were beheaded between the hours of 10pm and midnight the night before we arrived and more bodies were surfacing. Early Morning Sketch of Our Companion.

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In Rumours of Being Human. On December 31, 2013. God picks up the the reed-flute. Each note is a need coming. Through one of us,. And let your note be clear. Go up on the roof at night. In this city of soul. Let everyone climb on their roofs. And sing their notes! When the Artist is Alive within You. On July 8, 2012. On April 27, 2012. Our shadow or that which cast a shadow? In Rumours of Being Human.

Short Fiction by Mike Robertson. Monday, March 9, 2015. 1 Begin at the end. 2 He, painfully too self aware, lives on the edge of the circle; she, aware only of others, lives within it. He can only circle her; she knows nothing of what lies be beyond. 3 First there was coyote. Then came prairie dogs and snails. 9 Which is, satisfyingly, the end of it all.

Neurotic rants from a simple city dweller. The job hunt is so time consuming nowadays with some applications taking over an hour to complete. Why so long? These days, before you are even considered, you must demonstrate the ability not to notice that they are completely wasting your time by asking you online questions that your resume and cover letter have already answered. Oh look, another form! America out of work. Here in America, we are.