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Journal of No. 118

May 4th, 2004

fucked up dream @ 01:56 pm


Crap... most of it has faded away, but I had one really fucked up dream. I wish I could remember more of the details...

Anyway, I'm on a bed, or really just a bunch of pillows lying on the ground. The setting is sort of a natural cave. For some reason, I know that I'm going to be assaulted by 20 midget assassins. Spears come poking up from between the pillows, and I snap them off. But the worst comes when they assault me hand to hand. I whisk them off their feet and bash their skulls in against some rocks. I can recall smashing the first one's head against a rock over and over again. It takes a surprising amount of work to bash in someone's brains until they stop moving.
Fortunately, midgets don't seem to go in much for group tactics, so I kill them all, one by one.

For my efforts, I win something, or something like that, and a box appears and when I put the midget bodies in it, the midgets are resurrected. So I guess all's well that ends well.

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Date:May 4th, 2004 10:17 pm (UTC)
One of the full-timers [guys in Hawaiian shirts] @ work is a midget. One day he went up to me and started singing "I've got a golden ticket!" and THEN said "Actually, that would be cheating since I work there..."
Date:May 12th, 2004 05:29 am (UTC)
I think that, according to New Age philosophy, your dream would be interpreted as "pretty f***ed up."

Journal of No. 118