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a dream or two
Sep. 27th, 2003 07:40 pmi dreamed about the devil. he looked like gilligan kinda...more like maynard g. krebbs really.. with a shaggy beatle cut grown out and a three day growth of beard. he had green eyes and was wearing khaki cut offs, sandals, and a kelly green shirt with an old skating iron-on transfer on it. the devil came to tempt me or something, but he was lame about it. he proved he was the devil by making a tiny fire penguin walk around on the grass... mixed in with the grass was a tiny herb...
"is that thyme?" i asked
"LEMON thyme" the devil answered, matter-of-factly.
he wanted me to become a satanist. i told him i wouldn't and furthermore, i told him that appearing in person was a bad tactical move..
"if i was on the fence about god, seeing the devil in person would kinda convince me that god existed.."
the devil said that it was a good point, but he needed "more hedonists."
about a month before i had a different dream... i was in a cafe, and a woman with red-dyed hair was eating strawberries from a white plate. they were soaked in dark basalmic vinegar, like blood. i went over to her table and she showed me a child's game... one of those games where you must manipulate a tiny steel ball into a divit... on the surface of the game was a picture of a pie with a slice missing. i was to manipulate the ball into one of two divits, the one on the right said "bag" the one on the left said "sausage"
i refused to play, saying that the game was too obviously Freudian.
"is that thyme?" i asked
"LEMON thyme" the devil answered, matter-of-factly.
he wanted me to become a satanist. i told him i wouldn't and furthermore, i told him that appearing in person was a bad tactical move..
"if i was on the fence about god, seeing the devil in person would kinda convince me that god existed.."
the devil said that it was a good point, but he needed "more hedonists."
about a month before i had a different dream... i was in a cafe, and a woman with red-dyed hair was eating strawberries from a white plate. they were soaked in dark basalmic vinegar, like blood. i went over to her table and she showed me a child's game... one of those games where you must manipulate a tiny steel ball into a divit... on the surface of the game was a picture of a pie with a slice missing. i was to manipulate the ball into one of two divits, the one on the right said "bag" the one on the left said "sausage"
i refused to play, saying that the game was too obviously Freudian.
