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Rain Falls on Everyone
-William Corgan Jr.
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Dreams 25
This one is fucking weird.
So, I was on this gigantic and luxurious ship, bound for an island town, and a bunch of friends and acquaintances were there. It was a futuristic party atmosphere. The ship was run and also populated by these hideous, cold blooded, ruthless killers that were disguised as various clergyman types, all in different robes and religious accoutrements. If you looked at them out of the corner of your eye, you could see their twisted, leering faces. If you looked at them head on, they were a jovial mask of practiced social sensibility. They kept trying to separate various people from the larger gathering to either kill them off or brainwash them. I kept having to sneak around and warn people not to let on that they could see through the facade, because then the religious ghouls would stop playing nice. The people on my side all had these instruments we called "Soul Sticks". They were all about 1-1/2 to 2 feet long, with a handle, and covered in various colors of fur, mostly the same straight shape, but with a few bends and irregularities to make them unique (mine had deep blue fur). When you put them near to another person, the stick would show you the depths of that persons' soul, their intentions, and also the colors of their energy and the ways it could best be used. I told everyone not to use them, because then the ghouls would know of our powers and it would become all out war.
I woke up many times from this dream, nervous to go back, but also knowing I had to help everyone, and when i would fall back asleep, the dream would pick up where it left off. At a certain point, these two older priest-types in all black with silver cross necklaces kept trying to subconsciously get me to make a mistake so they could take me away, but I never did.
The ship docked on a island with a town that was also run by these nightmare creatures. I was driving, and a friend was sitting shotgun (literally with a shotgun), and we had to stop to get into a shootout with these two guys. This exact scene had already happened to me in my dream, so it was dream deja vu. except, the first time, my friend killed both guys, and this time, he died quick and I had to get the gun and kill the two guys. Luckily, I knew the sequence and was able to reliably recreate it.
Then I walked to the other side of the car, and this weird sick looking dog with a beak appeared with an equally weird and sick looking young boy. They were glad that they found me, and asked me to help them die. They said it was the duty of the few good people who made it to the island to put them out of their constant misery. They looked so anguished and hopeful that I had to do it. The bullets weren't really working, so I wound up having to beat them over the head with the shotgun. They were smiling and thanking me as I was doing it, and I was crying a little.
Then I woke up.
So, I was on this gigantic and luxurious ship, bound for an island town, and a bunch of friends and acquaintances were there. It was a futuristic party atmosphere. The ship was run and also populated by these hideous, cold blooded, ruthless killers that were disguised as various clergyman types, all in different robes and religious accoutrements. If you looked at them out of the corner of your eye, you could see their twisted, leering faces. If you looked at them head on, they were a jovial mask of practiced social sensibility. They kept trying to separate various people from the larger gathering to either kill them off or brainwash them. I kept having to sneak around and warn people not to let on that they could see through the facade, because then the religious ghouls would stop playing nice. The people on my side all had these instruments we called "Soul Sticks". They were all about 1-1/2 to 2 feet long, with a handle, and covered in various colors of fur, mostly the same straight shape, but with a few bends and irregularities to make them unique (mine had deep blue fur). When you put them near to another person, the stick would show you the depths of that persons' soul, their intentions, and also the colors of their energy and the ways it could best be used. I told everyone not to use them, because then the ghouls would know of our powers and it would become all out war.
I woke up many times from this dream, nervous to go back, but also knowing I had to help everyone, and when i would fall back asleep, the dream would pick up where it left off. At a certain point, these two older priest-types in all black with silver cross necklaces kept trying to subconsciously get me to make a mistake so they could take me away, but I never did.
The ship docked on a island with a town that was also run by these nightmare creatures. I was driving, and a friend was sitting shotgun (literally with a shotgun), and we had to stop to get into a shootout with these two guys. This exact scene had already happened to me in my dream, so it was dream deja vu. except, the first time, my friend killed both guys, and this time, he died quick and I had to get the gun and kill the two guys. Luckily, I knew the sequence and was able to reliably recreate it.
Then I walked to the other side of the car, and this weird sick looking dog with a beak appeared with an equally weird and sick looking young boy. They were glad that they found me, and asked me to help them die. They said it was the duty of the few good people who made it to the island to put them out of their constant misery. They looked so anguished and hopeful that I had to do it. The bullets weren't really working, so I wound up having to beat them over the head with the shotgun. They were smiling and thanking me as I was doing it, and I was crying a little.
Then I woke up.
Thursday, October 1, 2015
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