I dreamed a dream today... hellacious may it seem; everyone around me got beheaded. Quite extreme. I was on my college campus. My high school friends were there. The Quarterback of the football team, my friend 'Miko, and the
choir. My father showed up with watermelon. My guidance counselor was first to die. 'Miko went out to save the Japanese, exchange students, by the way.
The Dean of Student Life was fat and happy, which seemed odd and yet okay. I don't where that came from, but the infomercial probably had some sway. I was never scared, but wondering how it'd play.
Out in old SA. There was a gay backlash, which also seemed to say fuck you very much my friend.
Kill, kill away.
In my dream, the gays held a block party, called "Kill, Kill Bang, Bang" ... I was impressed. I think.
The campus looked amazing, and there was a ballroom where the Joyce Building should be. The logic of gathering the entire campus in a glass atrium seems flawed in retrospect. That may have been what the four headless corpses were thinking when beheaded late at night. We awoke to the sounds of too quiet, menace, and someone snoring soundly. My father?
I woke up to four beheaded corpses - hanging from the chandelier.