dreams

I dream a lot; blame it on the overactive imagination or an overexcited subconscious. I had two really big dreams yesterday, the latter the most important one, but I'll tell you both.

In the first dream I had stolen the technicolor dreamcoat from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat and was parading around residential with it. I befriended a newspaper clipping of an M.C. Escher homage done by Bizarro, which would become animated when I pointed at it and thought really hard. (Anyone close to me know I absolutely adore Escher's work, so this is fantastic - I cried out loud when I saw it in the comics)



Anyways, when I pointed at it and thought really hard, it would turn into a real life coat made of newspaper to accompany my technicolor dreamcoat, and we would go around scaring crows and chasing children and stuff. We came by this bully's house and the three kids came out and so to ruffle their feathers I animated the coat and had it chase these kids who were scared stiff. They ran into their garage and the coat was in there with them, but then they closed the garage and then my pointing didn't work because I couldn't point at the newspaper through the garage door. I ran inside and the kids had shredded the newspaper, and then they proceeded to beat the shit out of me.

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My second dream is a little strange because I have never talked to God before. They always say you know when God appears before you but I have never had it happen before so I wouldn't know. Of course it's in a dream, but I still think God comes to you any time he wishes, whether you're awake staring at the Sun or asleep staring at the Sun in your sleep. So I'm sitting on the porch with Blacky wandering around in front of me and God comes out of the house and takes a seat next to me on the swing. He didn't look like anything to be honest, but in the way you know in dreams, I knew this was God. He was looking at Blacky all funny and then proceeded to tell me everything that was wrong with Blacky and how Blacky was going to die soon because he was old and he was getting really sick. He told me exactly the day Blacky was going to die and I was crying so hard because I love Blacky and I won't want him to die.

I turned towards God and through the tears I pointedly exclaimed, "Fuck you!"

God then turned away and said,
"You'll learn to love everything I do."

I then woke up to the sound of an annoying crow cawing and I wished I had my amazing technicolor dreamcoat and my newspaper clipping coat to go scare it away.