The Parasomnial Order

DREAMS FROM THE MIND OF MATTHEW JAMES

PHANTASMAGORIUM

A DREAM WRITTEN BY HIS OWN HAND UPON WORDPRESS

This is an account of a dream where the Prophet encounters three distinct people, of which he has never met, and he learns something about the Girl w/ the Raven Hair, and that something is basically nothing but a memory.

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Somewhere Amid

1 Out she came, hand in hand w/ Sven. They approached, and he tried to sell me a car. One look at him I knew I couldn’t trust him. I said, “Sven, I don’t trust you, sell your business elsewhere.” She turns to me and says, “He is trustworthy, and he deserves a second chance, I will always love and care for him.”

2 Then Sven fades into the landscape and in comes Six Years of Abuse. He wanted nothing of me, and continued abusing the Girl w/ the Raven Hair. I said, “Stop! Can’t you see what you are doing?” He said nothing. And she turns to me and says, “No matter what, I will always love and care for him.”

3 Six Years of Abuse slowly vanishes into the ether and in comes an Estrogen Filled Chubby named Sanger. He had flowers and a mixtape in hand and gave them to the Girl w/ the Raven Hair. And he said to me, “Who are you?” I replied, “Don’t worry about me, I am just a glimpse, and I will soon be forgotten. But listen here, she will always keep in contact w/ you, and she will always love and care for you.”

4 She turned to me and said, “You question too darn much.” I pondered that awhile. And as time passed,  my vision was overcome w/ darkness, and a violent wind came howling along. I was disoriented, and soon after, the darkness was lifted.

5 And all that was left was the memory of a Girl w/ Faux Flaxen Hair.

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

DREAMS FROM THE MIND OF MATTHEW JAMES

PHANTASMAGORIUM

A DREAM WRITTEN BY HIS OWN HAND UPON WORDPRESS

This is an account of a dream where the Prophet and The Baby are driving to an unknown location. A few words were said; that was all. Now why in the world does the Prophet feel it necessary to share this dream? We may never know. 

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Downtown 

1 I was driving a truck with The Baby in the passenger’s seat. It was raining outside. He looked at me and said, “You know, you can speed up your wipers.”

2 “Yeah,” I said in irritation, “I generally don’t like them going too fast because it’s annoying. Every time I do set them too high the rain stops. So I just leave them be.”

3 By looking at our surroundings, it appeared that we were in downtown La Jolla. But we weren’t, we were somewhere far from there. I could just feel it in my bosom.

4 Then the rain cleared and the sun came out, but it wasn’t quite tomorrow yet.

5 We came to a fork in the road. Wasn’t sure which direction; I asked The Baby. He had a map, and he said, “Go right, because if we go east we all get infected with bubbles.”

6 I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I listened, and down a hill we went.

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

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 the future where the prophet is selected to work on a highly sophisticated project that included the developing of a new class of species. In it, Matthew James learns that he no longer will be able to survive with this superior technology taking over.  

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Birth to the Future

1 It was night at the time when I was diligently working in a ditch full of leaves and poison ivy. Scraping the leaves into piles of five was my job. I was to clean the whole ditch with my bare hands. The reason for this I did not know. They were just orders from them, and I simply followed.

2 An hour later… I completed my task. They were surprised at my mundane ability to stay focused on something that had no meaning to me. They discussed among themselves and motioned me over. We talked about my various interests and they selected me for a new job, one with “Major Evolutionary Possibilities.”

3 I thought they were impressed with my neatly arranged piles of leaves, but they told me how they saw something in me that was more than just average. They said they saw an “Inner Noctilucence,” and told me about my next assignment.

4 Another hour had passed… and I arrived. I was in the backyard of a very exclusive house that was brightly lit by the moon. There were few clouds in the sky and I was very eager for what was to come.

5 It seemed like I was on the set of the Bachelor, for there were highly advanced cameras all around and I saw various people¹ holding monitors in their hands.

6 I was a little exited about this assignment, because I have never been to a place as glorious as this.

7 They showed me the various pieces of technology by the pool. “This here is what we call the Hydroelectrical Bio-Generator of Mechanical Life, and that there in front of it is the Tetravalent Shield,” one of them said.

8 “What do they do?” I asked, but there was no answer. He walked to the inside of the house to secure the cables. I followed, and he told me what I needed to do.

9 I was starting to get worried as my faculties were piecing together what was going on. I was getting involved with creating a new type of life–a machine like life.

10 “Press on, we must press on: Start the Birthing Initiation process,” another one said.

11 Right then and there I knew I was doomed, but I dutifully did my assignment.

12 They explained that nothing bad was going to happen, and reassured me that this technology was safe, and that the new species was not capable of violence. For they designed it that way.

13 Moments later… the pool filled with electricity and the lightning flashed about. I was watching from inside and saw something being formed. It was ugly and it had no head, or feet for that matter. Wires were all around and it got out of the pool soaking wet. It moved a little, got up, and gave birth to more just like it.

14 It was terrifying, and right then I knew that my intelligence was far inferior.

15 “It won’t last,” I told myself, “It won’t last!”

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

1. All of which who looked like incompetent douche-bag producers that, for whatever reason, wore the same style of clothing and talked about the same stupid TV mumbo-jumbo over and over again. [↩]

DREAMS FROM THE MIND OF MATTHEW JAMES

PHANTASMAGORIUM

A DREAM WRITTEN BY HIS OWN HAND UPON WORDPRESS

For those who do not know, this is where the prophet writes down his prophetic dreams. Last night he dreamed many a dream, of which he only remembers glimpses of multiple dreams. Therefore, he shall utilize his synoptic  powers, and write for you. 

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Darkness Kissed The Presence of a Rolled Lipstick

1 Many dreams presented themselves unto me, but I only have but a recollection of each. I will do my best to accurately describe each dream in a sequential manner.  And I quote:

2 Darkness was upon us. We were in the middle of nowhere, and the crushing sounds of solitude were crashing against the wooden bow. There were no pirates in sight, or even aliens; all we had was each other. Among us were the best of the best. We had the team of valor, and nothing could stop us.

3 Parts were giving way and we were terrified. The swell bounced us around and around. Dampness crept in the cracks of our bodies and we all trembled with frigidness. The stars in the sky couldn’t even comfort us. We were doomed…

4 Prayers formed in the sight of unison as we sang, “Oh bring me out, out of this destitution. Sing, hail, and prevail…”

5 Silence then struck, pieces were disjointed and we were separated. Everything went wrong and I went under. I couldn’t feel my body as I floated down to the depths of the sea.

6 My eyes closed, my body stiffened, and I felt my spirit leave my being…

7 I awoke in a brightly lit room with a strange woman. We were doing things not appropriate unto the sight of God, and we were doing it for a period of time that seemed like an eternity.

8 She, at one point, started doing strange things with her mouth that sent the captain southbound. I encouraged her to do what she was doing before, but she wouldn’t listen.

9 I said, “Is this what death is? Please, you must go through the remedial courses. You seemed to be experienced, but at the time of progress your mind must have been fogged with alcohol. This is OK, but see to it that you stop drinking and get to thinking about what you’re seeking.”

10 She disappeared, shocked stood the captain, for I was alone in the room. Thoughts of a grocery store entered my noodle, and I was on a bicycle.

11 Practicing I was, and 360 was the name of the drill. Over and over I kept hitting them perfectly.

12 Then, three witches came unto me with brooms of gold. They said, “The Son of James has a question for you.” I didn’t know what they meant, and I apparently hit on one of them.

13 They said, “Don’t do that, you need to go, far away from here.”

14 “But, I’ve been landing my 360s!” I said.

15 …

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

DREAMS FROM THE MIND OF MATTHEW JAMES

PHANTASMAGORIUM

A DREAM WRITTEN BY HIS OWN HAND UPON WORDPRESS

This is an account of a dream where the prophet was outside and saw four street-toughs behind him, and to his surprise, he found himself filled with all kinds of prophetic indignation. Who were these people and what did they do to kindle the anger of our prophet?

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Four We Adore

1 A dream came unto me in the middle of the night. A dream reeking of indignation.

2 It was cold and dark. A friend was with me driving to an unknown destination. We talked on and on about the state of our country and how we had no control of the imminent chaos. We came to zero conclusions and decided to stop for a quick restroom ‘brake.’

3 Outside, the car was distilled with meeking contempt for diminution; for air polluted, sang soot to ‘hour’ internal lung delude. This being, and with the thoughts of the ashes of broken air conditioners, I sang a song of frustration.

4 We couldn’t breathe, and my friend was turning kreded,¹ and our lives were dramatically changing ‘write’ before our eyes.

5 We had forgotten, and buildup was painstaking. Why? For ‘know’ one knew, and co-ambulation ensued.

6 Brain-images flashing violent consciousness startled me. Confused and disillusioned, four intimidating street-toughs approached our four-legged ambulation. A celestial significance relegated to the foreman-ground and a spirit filled upon me.

7 I stayed calm, but my friend’s face was collapsed with fear. I said, “Stay calm, this is only a test.”

8 We hear silence, then a tone, a tone of broadband dysfunction–subtle, but annoying. Shouting starts, and kindled anger in my bosom retaliates,”I will not go home, for I am home!”

9 The street-toughs, now not so significant, supported what I had said, and one replied, “Life alone brings solitude and solitude alone is life. Bringing thoughts is like thoughts being brought to you. Green once was purple and purple slew a few. Now see, I have changed an ‘height’ bulb in this wisdom we call center. Shewn unto me by a prophet named–”

10 From then, I passed out. I entered Inner Lightness and saw things of indescribable proportion. I was alone, and I felt comfort. Willard’s presence touched upon the walls of this comforted solitude, and I began to weep. Slowly but surely, I was progressing.

11 Then I awoke with a confused stare, and felt I had to write this for you, my faithful amid the Celestialnet.

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

1. A color I can’t describe. [↩]