I had a fucking precognitive dream on Friday night about what happened to me on Sunday night. It was a constant mindblowing experience for about four hours.
I haven't finished writing that dream down yet. I figured it takes me about six hours to write an entire dream from the night. I am thinking about going back to audio, except for the fact that this laptop is messed up, and always skips...
Anyway, that entry will go here, when I can finish it.
I was swimming underwater, in Lion-Man form, with my Fantastic Five suit on. The ocean was clear, and the sun was shining through the water on the floor below, making lovely patterns on everything. I swam down toward Kanaloa. I saw Beachgirl along the way with me. She joined me. We held hands, and swam down. We were merpeople. He was sitting on a sandy seafloor in the sunshine. He grabbed her, and I. He looked at us. He said to me, “What are you doing here?” like a gruff old man, then he batted me away with the whip of another tentacle.
I tumbled through the water, and I landed in the temple of Shark.
There were fish dancing on the floor. They were having a party. There was a Shark dj spinning some dark hard house. Suddenly everything became dark. Shark and I were in a dark nightclub. There were Asian gogo dancers in silvery costumes, with silver lipstick and fake silver eyelashes. They had green and purple hair in pigtails or ponytails. Their fingernails and toenails were purple or green. The music was throbbing. I felt my soul pulsing. People were dancing like crazed animals to the beat of the music. Then, I noticed everyone was going anthro. I heard people growling, yipping, and purring in conversation.
Shark was the nightclub owner. He was wearing a reddish purple suit. He held a martini in his left hand, and a cigar in his right. The martini had instead of an olive, a large fish eyeball, and the cigar was rolled in fish skin. He puffed on the cigar, and blew smoke rings which changed to images of sharks eating fish. He looked strange under the blacklight. He had all sharp teeth, and two prominent canines. He took a pair of sunglasses off. He had yellow cat eyes. His teeth were glowing yellow, and his skin was a pale glowing green. He laughed maniacally. “Don’t worry, you’re safe with me, pal. I won’t eat you.” He was terrifying.
“I wouldn’t let you,” turning into a steeley android, “motherfucker!” I said in an android voice.
“I like you,” he said. “I like your kind. You’re absolutely batshit insane.”
“Going crazy. Wanna come?” I said, turning into a little aluminum toy rocket car with a shark painted on the face. He stepped in, becoming a large tiger-man wearing a dapper purple suit, and drove me to a table in a private room behind a red curtain. He stepped out, and sat in a booth. I turned into a shark-man, and sat down in the booth.
I heard Raven say something to me telepathically. I saw her flying above a forest in Queen of Night form riding Shadow as a winged black panther. She was pointing at images of winged snow leopards and making them disappear with small jolts of lightning.
“Need help?” I asked.
“No, I am just practicing in the Outer Realms with Q here, so enemies can’t use Cuteness against me.”
”Ah, interesting!” I said.
“Yeah, Q’s cool,” she said.
Shark turned into a black man wearing a red fedora, a black vest, a red shirt with black pinstripes, black suspenders, black pants and black and red shoes. He had on a lot of gold. “Ladies,” he clapped.
“Yes, milord,” two sexy African women wearing purple French maid outfits said, appearing from begind a curtain.
“Bring my guest here, Juargawn the god of Nothing, some of my finest red wine. And give me the Blood of Ages.”
“Yes, milord,” they said, and walked behind the curtain.
“What I have called you here for, that is, why I have summoned you, Nomad- Ah, the drinks.”
A woman set my glass down on the table. She bent forward and poured the wine out of a curvy bone white pitcher. I looked at her. She was purring. She turned into a brown catgirl with grey lipstick and green eyes, and grew eyeshadow, ears, and paws. She growled at me, then licked my face, bounced up, and walked away. The other woman was sitting in Shark’s lap.
He had a large glass that was glowing. It was wrapped in fish skin. Then, I saw that it was made from the head of a fish. My glass was encased in the bark of a tree. I saw a white mist come out of the wine, like a devil, and it hissed at me. I eyed the wine suspiciously.
“All is a dream, my friend,” said Shark.
He turned into a devil-man in a purple suit. He had yellow smilie face eyes. His chick was a she-devil. His cup was now some kind of pale claw or talon, and mine was a wooden claw.
“Let us drink!” he said. “The blood of the fish and the tree!”
We clinked glasses, and he said, “to everlasting life!” passionately.
“To everlasting life,” I said darkly.
Suddenly the scene around us changed, and we were on a hill in the ruins of a building sitting at the same booth and table. The place was full of scrub brush, dead dry black algae, and lichen. Lightning flashed, and the sky became purple. Then, thunder boomed, and my ribcage shook.
“So you see,” he said, turning into a pale green man with many sharp yellow teeth. “Oh, wait,” he said. “First, we smoke.”
(to be cont'd)
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