Il y avait l'exemple de ma vie;
Pendant que je me suis tenu au dessous dans l'obscurite,
Pendant que je me suis tenu au dessous dans l'obscurite,
...Qui fut tut..
I had a dream when I accidentally took a nap this afternoon... it was bizarre to say the least.
Well, it started out with my family and I all going to some insanely huge Disneyland type of thing. Amazingly enough- we were getting along. We were walking the way to the place, because the entrance was some long stretch of road lined with shops. All of us went our separate ways. I walked into a train station looking building. There were rows of magazines, and seats every where. Looked like a real train station. There were a few guides that had Elvira advertising an event there where they'd show 110 movie previews for the next couple years. There was a loud speaker call that they were now showing the final ten. I saw a bunch of men looking at a tv- all of them wearing 30's clothing and fedoras. I look up at it and watch a news broadcast.
On the news is something about a woman who was raped by an actor, and it was video taped. Next thing was about sightings that day of a male midget sniper called The Great American Working Man. He apparently came to the same place I was at and shot one or two people each month, and left. Most of the murdered people ended up being gang related, or murderers. There was a small talk about how he was possibly connected to the murders of several female midgets in the area, and how it was suspected he was upset about not being able to be a cop. It showed a picture of him. He had a thick mass of long redish hair, that looked like a mane. His face was slightly squished and cat like. He looked like a little lion.
Next, the dream switched to a third person view, watching TGAWM walking through a field. He came across a dying midget woman. He sat next to her, holding her hand. He set his gun down, and looked at her bullet wound. He didn't kill her, just happened to find her there. He says, "Hey there, how're you doing?". He knows she's dying, and wants to comfort her. She looks at him, smiling. She says, choking on her blood, "She was cheating on you, you know... Mom knew, but she could never bring herself to tell you."
The scene switches to the same woman as a teenager, going under a bridge with a gun, wanting to kill herself. She comes across a girl of about the same age, also with a gun. She's some how deformed. It goes to an image of them slightly older, standing on chairs under a tree, kissing with nooses around their necks. They loved each other, and always dreamt of dying together, but couldn't for fear of an afterlife apart. It goes back to the woman, now dead, and the man still holding her hand.
So ends the dream.
Next, is a random thought I had when I woke up this morning-
Long ago, gargoyles were thought to be beautiful angels. Angels who so loved people, they disfigured themselves and had forsaken all heavenly privillage to frighten away evil from humanity, and keep us safe.
Today, they are nothing more than slightly errie props, and creepy reminders of a hopeless past. What does this say about us?
Well, it started out with my family and I all going to some insanely huge Disneyland type of thing. Amazingly enough- we were getting along. We were walking the way to the place, because the entrance was some long stretch of road lined with shops. All of us went our separate ways. I walked into a train station looking building. There were rows of magazines, and seats every where. Looked like a real train station. There were a few guides that had Elvira advertising an event there where they'd show 110 movie previews for the next couple years. There was a loud speaker call that they were now showing the final ten. I saw a bunch of men looking at a tv- all of them wearing 30's clothing and fedoras. I look up at it and watch a news broadcast.
On the news is something about a woman who was raped by an actor, and it was video taped. Next thing was about sightings that day of a male midget sniper called The Great American Working Man. He apparently came to the same place I was at and shot one or two people each month, and left. Most of the murdered people ended up being gang related, or murderers. There was a small talk about how he was possibly connected to the murders of several female midgets in the area, and how it was suspected he was upset about not being able to be a cop. It showed a picture of him. He had a thick mass of long redish hair, that looked like a mane. His face was slightly squished and cat like. He looked like a little lion.
Next, the dream switched to a third person view, watching TGAWM walking through a field. He came across a dying midget woman. He sat next to her, holding her hand. He set his gun down, and looked at her bullet wound. He didn't kill her, just happened to find her there. He says, "Hey there, how're you doing?". He knows she's dying, and wants to comfort her. She looks at him, smiling. She says, choking on her blood, "She was cheating on you, you know... Mom knew, but she could never bring herself to tell you."
The scene switches to the same woman as a teenager, going under a bridge with a gun, wanting to kill herself. She comes across a girl of about the same age, also with a gun. She's some how deformed. It goes to an image of them slightly older, standing on chairs under a tree, kissing with nooses around their necks. They loved each other, and always dreamt of dying together, but couldn't for fear of an afterlife apart. It goes back to the woman, now dead, and the man still holding her hand.
So ends the dream.
Next, is a random thought I had when I woke up this morning-
Long ago, gargoyles were thought to be beautiful angels. Angels who so loved people, they disfigured themselves and had forsaken all heavenly privillage to frighten away evil from humanity, and keep us safe.
Today, they are nothing more than slightly errie props, and creepy reminders of a hopeless past. What does this say about us?
...et qui ne fut rein...
d'autres sont montes recevoir le baiser et la gloire!
Il est fait bien. Et a deux doigts de ma tombe, je l'approuve.
Il est fait bien. Et a deux doigts de ma tombe, je l'approuve.
