The Parasomnial Order: Bæyű!

Somniloquy Revelation 04:27:09

1. Hey wht… [Whispers!] No!

2. Teya Beslecoff te balyutt tose. I tremp fall in button. Serinice.

3. It’s kind of disgusting. Get out of there. What the fuck is you doing? Defiled now. I don’t know what the hell that is. This is a hybrid moots. Nothing. 

4. I love the white ghost but that’s at the end though. It’s your birthday. Ahhh… I don’t want your life, remember that?

DREAMS FROM THE MIND OF MATTHEW JAMES

PHANTASMAGORIUM

A DREAM WRITTEN BY HIS OWN HAND UPON WORDPRESS

This is an account of a dream set in a house where the Prophet and coworkers sit at a round table where a woman of obvious lesbian descent grades their paper. But before all the grading, was the production. Nothing too important here, just a funny state of Reverie.  

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Round Table Discussion 

1 We were in a house, a house not so impressive. A middle aged woman of obvious lesbian descent was grading our paper–a paper that we had already corrected. She was mad at the fact that we marked it up with corrections. Her reason, “It looks very sloppy–unprofessional.” So I told her, as I reached across the table and gingerly touched her shoulder, “Next time… I’ll type it out.”

2 There were about four of us gathered around this table. One them was a tough guy with the build of a body builder. Everyone called him Muscles. The others were just various people with no distinctive attributes.  Of these, was a guy who called himself the Miasmic-Metamorphosis, he was somewhat of a skinny guy.

3 The lesbian finished grading our paper that I hand wrote. She gave us a score of 87. She said, “You guys could have done better.”

4 Now before all this grading business, we were working in the adjacent room on this production. We were doing some bedroom scene where this teenage boy was being confronted with drug abuse. It was for one of those after school specials. I remember Muscles (who was the cameraman) telling someone that he does audio as well, and that if they needed him, they should hire him. He was saying this because he thought his sound guy was crap.

5 When the scene was done, I was in the other room talking with Muscles about some fart cakes video that he saw. I asked him if he was into Brazilian Fart Porn. He never confirmed, but he knew what I was talking about, you could see it in his countenance.

6 Then I walked back to the grading room. I saw my old friend, the one with the Germanic nose. He was much smaller than I remembered, and sounded like a chipmunk. He was complaining about something to do with being very small. I thought that someone made fun of his stature and voice, but I wasn’t so sure.

7 For that was all that happened.

8 These things I say in the name of Pentameonus, thou ascendeth!

Somniloquy Revelation 04:25:09

1. [Movement, Loud Bang, and Laughter.] You penis. What did you do? Mom put anything on there?

2. Oh no, (?)is it my head(?)? Ah my good-bration, what the buck?

3. Ah! How are you gonna be able to get out of there? Ah I hate this shit. [Mic mysteriously shuts off.]

Somniloquy Revelation 04:24:09

1. If so did Taiwan straight down straight down straight down?

2. They trick ‘em?

3. Mmmm plit blue in there. Kind of interesting; it’s weird though. Not if I will ever stand. Looks like can chain us to persactive. Yeah that’s weird.

4. You did? That’s fun.

5. That just feels– That’s priate. OK low doing the things we do. Gov Coke-a-Card.

6. [Strange Sounds of Bæyű.]

7. Why? I don’t have to watch-watch this kit rest. 

8. Is that the last one?

9. Are you trying?

Somniloquy Revelation 04:23:09

1. Whoa… It’s a rotodiscon that’s cool. That’s pretty neat-o.

2. Eh. Huh. What? Who is this? Is this um, Mark? S’up Ding-Dong? What are you up to Ding-Dong? Being a ding-dong? Here’s my ding-dong.

3. Damn those days.

Somniloquy Revelation 04:22:09

1. Check this out dog. Yo, says dry. I’m a check this out dog yo.

2. I was going for a continue go for two. I was thinking of thoutain.

Somniloquy Revelation 04:21:09

1. I suck at everything I try and everything I do I suck at.

2. I like him; I like his side. I think I think I’m not sure, but I– ew no, no. Not much, not so much.