Tiny slices of death
Nov. 25th, 2009 08:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seriousficSo I don't know what it is, but recently, my dreams stopped being the usual non-memories and random bullshit to take a shot of awesome.
1. Night before last, I have a dream that my brother dies in a shark attack. Depressing, non? So I'm picking up the pieces and such when I go to his computer and type in his password. He's left a document open that's basically "what to do in case they get to me." Yes, it's a pretty standard revenge plot opener, but dude... whoever did it, they have sharks. Everything's better with sharks.
2. Last night, I dream I'm playing Poker... with the Devil. How metal is that? It brings up all sorts of questions of why am "I" playing Poker with the Devil. Is it to get back something I lost, is it to redeem myself for some deal my parents made before I was born (In-dream, to father: "Thanks for sacrificing my soul to the Prince of Lies. *thumbs-up*" I'm glad to know that I can keep a proper perspective about these things), is it because we're all angels (lame!)? You must admit it, it's pretty cool to try to psyche Satan. "So, this morning, when you woke up between Hitler drowning in a pool of feces and Stalin roasting on a pit of coals, did you wonder 'was it worth it?'"
(Best 'ho shit' line I've come up with while unconcious: "I play the Devil in a week. So, who wants to teach me how to play Poker?")
1. Night before last, I have a dream that my brother dies in a shark attack. Depressing, non? So I'm picking up the pieces and such when I go to his computer and type in his password. He's left a document open that's basically "what to do in case they get to me." Yes, it's a pretty standard revenge plot opener, but dude... whoever did it, they have sharks. Everything's better with sharks.
2. Last night, I dream I'm playing Poker... with the Devil. How metal is that? It brings up all sorts of questions of why am "I" playing Poker with the Devil. Is it to get back something I lost, is it to redeem myself for some deal my parents made before I was born (In-dream, to father: "Thanks for sacrificing my soul to the Prince of Lies. *thumbs-up*" I'm glad to know that I can keep a proper perspective about these things), is it because we're all angels (lame!)? You must admit it, it's pretty cool to try to psyche Satan. "So, this morning, when you woke up between Hitler drowning in a pool of feces and Stalin roasting on a pit of coals, did you wonder 'was it worth it?'"
(Best 'ho shit' line I've come up with while unconcious: "I play the Devil in a week. So, who wants to teach me how to play Poker?")
