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!
- A color I can’t describe. [↩]
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