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What Was Switchwater Like?

April 22, 2013 at 5:58 PM

Switchwater, as we’ve seen the Bottlefly Boys mention and experience, is non-alcoholic but packs one hell of a kick. It was made in Broodhollow via some brewing process involving switchwood bark, found in nearby Stillwood Forest.

The only thing I can think of that comes close to switchwater — whose trademark properties aren’t from alcohol content but some other compound — is absinthe. But absinthe is a spirit, not something you’d drink a pint of.

The original recipe for switchwater has been lost to time. What do you imagine a dark, foamy glass of switchwater to taste like? I hope to make some investigations in real life.

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Dream Diary: Counter-Survival

April 18, 2013 at 4:15 PM
I’m walking on a sidewalk near my house, in a crowd — in fact, I realize I’m actually crawling, because I’m low to the ground. Near a crosswalk, I see the smallest dog I’ve ever seen, impossibly small. It’s a chihuahua about an inch long, with its head the size of the rest of its body, or a little bigger. I pat my knees as one does when calling a dog, and it races over. I lay my hand down to the cement, and it instinctively climbs on. I lift it up because I know it’d get stepped on in the crowd.

When I get home, I put it in a cardboard box and look for things to feed it and let it play with. But now I see that it isn’t actually a tiny chihuahua — it’s a long-antennaed spider that seems oddly dog-like in behavior.

Shortly afterwards I discover that what I assumed was trust, was just a bizarre counter-survival instinct to go towards a threatening new object, instead of run away from vibration like most bugs do.

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Dream Diary: False Brother

April 11, 2013 at 1:27 AM

My brother Kurt was abducted by aliens, and replaced with a poor duplicate. I remember seeing a gray plain, composed of dirty clay and dead trees, and a pit, which the duplicate Kurt rose from, corpse-like.

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Dream Diary: Meeting

April 9, 2013 at 1:12 AM

I’m with my mom in a small, featureless white room, with a very short hallway inset on one wall leading to a door. We stand facing that hallway, behind a podium and a horizontal, thin loop of wire suspended above the floor. As I lean on the podium, a small cart appears on the wire — a track — and motors over to me. It is carrying a small pamphlet, about three pages long.

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Dream Diary: Affair

April 4, 2013 at 1:00 AM

A frail, nerdy-looking man walks out the front door of a quaint little house. He looks very worried. An attractive blonde girl follows behind, looking nervously up and down the street. She’s having an affair with him. The man is about to leave when he catches sight of her husband, now driving up the street in a hatchback. The husband is built like a linebacker, a huge mountain of a man, and now he knows what’s been going on behind his back. He screams out the window of his car as he pulls up into the driveway, and the cheaters are paralyzed with fear. The wife shrieks at the man to run for it. The husband will kill him. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…

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