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== Marked == | == Marked == | ||
Dreamt I had a hole in my skin, on my lower right arm. A puncture wound, like a blister inside a pockmark, with a blister of fat inside, if i squeezed it prolapsed like an anus. It marked me, it was a badge of some sort. | Dreamt I had a hole in my skin, on my lower right arm. A puncture wound, like a blister inside a pockmark, with a blister of fat inside, if i squeezed it prolapsed like an anus. It [[Are you IN?|marked]] me, it was a badge of some sort. | ||
== Fringe Science Fiction == | == Fringe Science Fiction == | ||
Dreamt I had a hole in my skin, on my lower right arm. A puncture wound, like a blister inside a pockmark, with a blister of fat inside, if i squeezed it prolapsed like an anus. It marked me, it was a badge of some sort.
Dreamt I was rereading some awful paperback from the 80's, a seemingly fake documentary about a haunted house. It made me think the writers were Montauk-like kooks who cooked up a half-baked story with some Hermetic overtones to both raise the property value and make money off researchers and tourists. I've had that dream before.
The kicker is this time the book ws a more recent version, with a 100 page addendum, where they told about the expansion they had built on the back, with a small triangular room. "THE OFFICE" where they claimed to have engaged in channeling with an otherworldly entitiy helping them.
There were black and white photos of the kind found in paperbacks, depicting a sculpture of the writers and the entitiy engaged in the channeling.
Dreamt I watched as a man was masturbated with a strange machine, with machine oil pouring down on his gland. Awful.
Dreamt I was explaining to Mitt Romney that we KNOW their sort of economy is what is killing humanity, and that we were ready to do without them and their pathologies.
Dreamt of posthumanity, I could not even make them understand me, they smiled beatifically at my words. They were petty as we are, and fallible, but in ways deeper and more complex than any human grudge could hope to attain. After some time frustrated by this, I dreamt I awoke, and then the loud crash of my kitchen wall clock falling and breaking awoke me, this time for real.
Giant red bugs crawling into my legs through bore holes in the soles of my feet.
Exhausted, crying, but they won't let me stop dancing.
Too many pastries, stacked up, everywhere. They'll all be stale if someone doesn't do something about them.
Dreamt I was staring all my fears in the face, unflinching and incredibly relaxed.
Dreamt my skull was falling apart from the inside and chunks of bone and marrow would fall into my mouth and I would pick them out with my fingers and examine them.
Woke up, with the words "There aren't enough rabbits" on my lips.
Dreamt I was travelling the world and taking photographs. I was in New Zealand, and the last place i was before waking was a ditch near the beach in Maine. The sunset was beautiful and I was happy.