wired_birds

"oh capicious victim / how I'd wish you'd listen / instead of simply hearing what I say"

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I wanna see movies of my dreams. I would really prefer to
see the movie of my dream from just two nights ago - the one that I have been referring to as my "occult dream". {sequence one} As I was driving down a common road in my common town, I passed a common church [Church of the Nazarene] that has actually grown and expanded with new sections of buildings and colorful signage. This particular church I speak of has no cemetary, yet there were large monuments and gargoyle-esque statues that began to move as I drove by. I remember vividly letting do of my steering as I rolled passed, and upon seeing this miracle unfold, I was injected with joy and passion. So much so that it lifted me off of my seat and - in common dream phantasy - upwards through the roof of my car. I began to applaud the "moving dead".

In a later section of the dream [the bulk], I was greeted by another mass movement of the undead. A type of "scaremare" scene that was taking place in front of an abandoned theatre here in town [ref: in the 1980's this place, FORT Cinema, was THE movie theatre to go to]. It was daytime [as was sequence one], I would guess in the 2pm vacinity - and hysteria was abound! Young boys were covered by gravel, large stones [all light colored] and abandoned automobile hoods / metal in attempts to spook younger passerbys. Use of walkie-talkies to get 'characters in places' I recall. I remember hearing my name being shouted a few times, and next I ended up inside of this building. There were many teenage boys dressed in black shirts and pants - and I was complimented later on for my shirt [which was white] and it's DANZIG imprint in black. There was one woman who was the leader of this house / cult, and she was very proper and crisp in appearance. Best I can offer is Madonna circa-Vogue. This woman had an intense blonde bobcut and was extremely attractive. She was discussing with one of the young boys his lack of participation in eating some type of animal wings. He proceeded to get a plaque of various wing sets from a nearby hallway and grabbed a black pair that could easily have belonged to a common crow. At this point the tamed leader woman called for 3 small puppies who appeared - all seemed to be shaven. [She was attempting to show me of her love for animals?]. What may have been the same young boy asked me if I would like to see his girlfriends pussy. Myself, leader lady, this young boy and his girlfriend entered another room that was set in bedroom standard - darkened. The young boy was quite excited as the leader opened a cabinet and removed a large knife with a very wide blade. The boy began to tremble and he muttered "I've never been in here for this" to me in secrecy. The leader did pass several flirty glances that made me feel like I was being given a very royal treatment. Moments passed and the young girl appeared [though she never left] with a series of fresh cuts to her torso and belly. These cuts were dirtied [not so much bleeding as they were rubbed over with soil like coffee grounds] in red and black - the one most prominent design being a cross outline with two matching angled cuts at 45-degrees on the upper right side. I inquired to the design and was simply told "Greek". At this time I felt my skin irritated and noticed that my arms had small slices all over them - as though I had been subject to many kittens new nails in play. The young woman who had just been cut offered me her open wounds in a hug and made her way into sharing the red & black of her body with mine. I felt offended but openly caressed her. Leader lady was *never* out of her element - her appearance never showed any errors or "filth". I am drawn to the memory of the leader wearing a sweater in creme color - of cashmere or fleece?? There is a vague memory of me beginning to discuss the type of "cuts" I would get.. . nothing evolved. Moments later as we sat at an open room that would appear to be the dining area, I was offered a glass of something cloudy lime green from the leader. I accepted but do not recall drinking it. I offered some sort of compliment on the rooms design - but retracted my statement immediately after. I did begin to wander through the house where I was quickly grabbed and kissed by another young lady [dark hair] who caused me to drop my glass - which I caught between my legs - but then allowed to drop to the floor [there was eye contact here between us - like she wanted me to allow the drink to fall]. It may have broken or spilled, but I do not recall either. We immediately entered another bedroom that was occupied by two boys that were doing nothing of particular noteworthyness. We may have kissed more - blank. The next series involved me and a boy - more overweight than any of the previous persons met. In his room was a series of occult figures and devices. He immediately pointed out a skull on his wall that spoke to him. His ceiling light lowered and revealed a chain of knives and a few large ruby crystals. All of these items came within breaths of touching/cutting me [the crystals fell to the carpeted floor] - yet none did. Another young man [a black boy] entered the room and the two boys shared a smoke of what could have been a joint, but it was made of clay [as my dream zoom revealed].

The final section of the dream was a night sequence at a very large graveyard. More moving statues and "ghosts" - very active with what had to have been thousands of persons involved. Lighting was created only by the halo of that which was moving - yet I could see all. Very vast, very nightmare-ish - yet I was in flight above most of the horror. Multiple hills, various dead trees and lots of BLACK. It feels like I was in this environment for the longest period and witnessed at least a circular mile of hilly chaos. It was not horroring to me at all - it was accepted and quite amazing. I felt accepted and safe, with no guide but myself.

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"Poisoned my fingers,
Burned out my eyes,
Cut up up my throat,
To be alive.

Rather be dead,
Than alive by your social values,
Rather be dead,
Than alive by your tradition."