6.21.2002
I had an immensely confusing dream. I understood most everything actually, it was how it ended that left me bewildered.
Alot of the details are pretty fuzzy but...the main pieces still remain.
I felt an intense pain in my stomach while sitting around at the Perkins, oddly enough it was a child which I bore a moment later. From this tiny purple fleshy figure grew a beautiful baby boy, right before my eyes. All i knew was that this child was the will of god in action and I could only protect it. "this is son of man," I scremed in revalation.
After revelling in amazement for some moments, I stepped out of the room to go to the bathroom. I left the child in the care of my friends Tony, Chris, Tessa, and Chad.. When I came back in I couldn't see the baby anywhere. I looked around in a frenzied panic and found the child mutilated, dismembered and dead in a plastic bag under Chad's chair.
I jumped up and my right arm burst outward from my body, snapping in animal instinct to land a punch squarely to Chad's chin. It looked painful. I cried out and panicked, I didn't know what to do. The child was dead, and the world was spinning out of control. I got a hold of myself and suppressed my urge to rip chad's head off.
I pleaded with him, Why? why would you do such an awful thing?
He said that he was scared, that he didn't want the thing in the house any longer, he thought it was a thing of evil. I explained to him that I had planned to leave with the baby as soon as possible..and this look of shame swept over his face that was unexplainable.
I knew in my heart that the child wasn't truly dead though.
As chad's intuition had told him, the child couldn't be kept there any longer. All sorts of officials arrived at the scene. Looking for drugs, weapons, anything, but we all knew that they had more sinister motives.
After trying to run and trying to hide, Chris and I ended up together in a police car strapped in tightly in the back seat. Turns out these two men were only posing as officers and were working on our side. They soon broke away from the pack of cars following us and delivered us to an airport.
There it seemed like everyone was on our side, and had some inclination as to what was going on.
We were seperated and sitting in a remote location of the airport, disguised in a cotton suit and a odd strawmade mexican hat. Chris was sitting close by and there was a group of many people gathered around, most of whom I didn't know. I looked into an old man's eyes and he shed a single tear. I looked into the eyes of a few of the people gather about and each one shed a single tear.
I remember a little girl walk up to me and look into my eyes and nothing happened..that made me nervous. and I opened my eyes and woke up right after.
Alot of the details are pretty fuzzy but...the main pieces still remain.
I felt an intense pain in my stomach while sitting around at the Perkins, oddly enough it was a child which I bore a moment later. From this tiny purple fleshy figure grew a beautiful baby boy, right before my eyes. All i knew was that this child was the will of god in action and I could only protect it. "this is son of man," I scremed in revalation.
After revelling in amazement for some moments, I stepped out of the room to go to the bathroom. I left the child in the care of my friends Tony, Chris, Tessa, and Chad.. When I came back in I couldn't see the baby anywhere. I looked around in a frenzied panic and found the child mutilated, dismembered and dead in a plastic bag under Chad's chair.
I jumped up and my right arm burst outward from my body, snapping in animal instinct to land a punch squarely to Chad's chin. It looked painful. I cried out and panicked, I didn't know what to do. The child was dead, and the world was spinning out of control. I got a hold of myself and suppressed my urge to rip chad's head off.
I pleaded with him, Why? why would you do such an awful thing?
He said that he was scared, that he didn't want the thing in the house any longer, he thought it was a thing of evil. I explained to him that I had planned to leave with the baby as soon as possible..and this look of shame swept over his face that was unexplainable.
I knew in my heart that the child wasn't truly dead though.
As chad's intuition had told him, the child couldn't be kept there any longer. All sorts of officials arrived at the scene. Looking for drugs, weapons, anything, but we all knew that they had more sinister motives.
After trying to run and trying to hide, Chris and I ended up together in a police car strapped in tightly in the back seat. Turns out these two men were only posing as officers and were working on our side. They soon broke away from the pack of cars following us and delivered us to an airport.
There it seemed like everyone was on our side, and had some inclination as to what was going on.
We were seperated and sitting in a remote location of the airport, disguised in a cotton suit and a odd strawmade mexican hat. Chris was sitting close by and there was a group of many people gathered around, most of whom I didn't know. I looked into an old man's eyes and he shed a single tear. I looked into the eyes of a few of the people gather about and each one shed a single tear.
I remember a little girl walk up to me and look into my eyes and nothing happened..that made me nervous. and I opened my eyes and woke up right after.
< 14:37 >< /Andrew >
