I remember many fragments of many dreams of last night:
I lived in a strange game that tried to kill me. It had a cool, mostly blue aesthetic, except for one starcase that glowed yellow. I went up it once or twice. There, I joined a secret revolutionary communist group.
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One girl was excommunicated from my school’s band by our director for “criminal” behavior. Stories varied, but the most popular was that she texted a transgender guy who moved away to California, asking for some type of pornography.
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Old Gods created the world, and when they tried to reset it, Amazons and New Gods fought them. The New God Orion flew with his astro harness and fired beams at the Old Gods, as did the Amazons who piloted large, broze discs.
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Something to do with Pixar’s Cars…
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I saw graham cracker houses destroyed and thrown away.
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I was in the elementary school auditorium. Myself and most of the rest of the students from the high school sat in there. Then, we were joined by lines of primary school students, joined by my sister, who failed high school so bad she reverted back to kindergarten. They were in two lines. The furthest from me was a modest line of kids who did not play sports, who I called “the good students.” The next line was a legion of more athletically inclined "bad students.“
A coach stood in front of us all and gave the Perritt students strange commands, which they followed. I remember only one, “Salad Snake”, which was a command to them to lie on the ground and form a shape of a giant snake. Then he commanded it of us high school students, and we had to obey.
After a while, some of us were dismissed. I opened my school-issued MacBook and found that the clock was acting strangely. The time did not move at a normal rate, but instead several minutes per second. I remember it being sometime past 10:00 PM and getting later quickly. Then, the digital clock on the screen turned into an image of a large analog clockface with roman numerals, moving at the same high speed.
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I began watching something that seemed to be a nonexistent workprint of an unfinished Tarkovsky film.
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I opened a Bible and found it all to have been changed by some grand, conspiratorial force. Then, letters constantly shifted on their own to spell POPE, among many other things I cannot remember. Then, a I heard a voice that misquoted Romans 2:8 as being about popes and saints that live forever. The real verse Romans 2:8 says “But unto them that are contentious, and do not obey the truth, but obey unrighteousness, indignation and wrath,” which I was not aware of until after I woke up and searched for the verse myself.
I wonder if that dream was given to me by God himself as some kind of warning against my own wickedness.
Also, the altered Bible reminded me of segments of the film Metropolis, with the robot as the whore of Babylon, but I remember not why, for nothing of that Biblical passage, nor of the film, was mentioned.