ResidentSadist -> RE: Fortunes Told, Dreams Interpreted (12/27/2013 9:17:10 AM)
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What an awesome gift. My dad used to collect rare books, especially about medicine and magic (occult). I love that stuff. The dream book sounds really nice. I can usually interpret my own dreams. In fact, I practice constructive dreaming. If I wake up too early, I will deliberately go back to sleep and finish killing the dragon or winning the girl or etc. But I had this one dream recently that I can make no sense of at all. Maybe something in your book refers to mutant chickens and stoner pizza guys getting arrested? It was so weird I voice/texted it to my slave. This is what I sent her: Dream: I was in an awful pizza parlor. There were bugs swarming on the lights. I was connected to the pizza parlor somehow, I knew the guy who owned it. Two guys from the pizza parlor went out back for a smoke break. They were smoking a joint laced with Hawaiian Ice (meth). The pizza parlor was next to a strip joint and they shared the parking lot. A couple of Cowboys (ball players) came out of the strip joint going to their car. I got in the car with them and one picked up a cell phone. Then the cops rolled up and arrested the two dope smoking pizza guys. The Cowboys were under cover cops and they were here to bust the strip joint but, the two dope smoking pizza guys was the best they could find for the night, so they called and turned them in. I jumped out and ran in to the stripper joint where I felt safe and at home. (In my world, ball players/good, cops & informants/bad) Now we cut to a house that barely has any furniture in it. I'm in an empty living room that has no chairs or couches. There is some kind of weird bird, a crossbred parrot/chicken type of thing. It was a very strange alien like bird that stood in the corner of the living room. The bird had dark feathers like a crow. It looks like a new born bird but it was the size of a pigeon. I didn't understand if this bird was a pet or vermin . . . I don't know where I got the sponge from, but I threw a sponge at it and it ran a couple of feet, stopped and stood there facing the wall with it's back to me. So I threw my jacket at it. It moved another couple feet and faced the wall again, like it was pouting. I figured vermin don't pout so it must be a pet. It (the weird alien bird thing with chicken body and a parrot head) kept looking over it's shoulder at me. So in the same voice in which I talk to a dog, I said, "what do you want"? Next thing I know the bird is talking to me and tells me a sad story about how it had been left all alone after the dumbass pizza guys got arrested for smoking speed behind the pizza parlor. It described how it felt pain in its stomach. I asked, "when was the last time you have eaten"? It said it was 3 days old and has never eaten. I explained to him that it ate birdseed and I would have to go find some. I was rustling through the cupboards and he only thing I could find remotely close to birdseed was those baker's chocolate sprinkles. So I brought the sprinkles to the bird and it ate them. It loved them and asked what it was. I told him it was chocolate. So now the baby bird is high on chocolate, running through the house at top speed yelling. "I love chocolate, I love chocolate, I love chocolate". . . . and that is where I woke up. I did not feel the need to go back to sleep and finish the weird dream. It just made no sense to me at all. I got up and made a nice cup of tea. I sat quietly, almost reverently and pondered the vision of an amped up mutant/chicken/parrot running around proclaiming its love for chocolate. What a night.
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