Last night I dreamt that Kirsti and I went to Iran. (I lived there as a little kid and had my 4th and 5th birthdays there.) We were in a comic book store, and I had a large stack of books that I was getting ready to purchase. I was surprised that they had all of the same stuff that you can get in America, and I also found it amusing that they had a bunch of knock-offs of various suphero comics as well. I seem to remember seeing something that looked vaguely like Wolverine, only it wasn't Wolverine.
While standing in the store, I felt an overwhelming feeling of happiness and sorrow at the same time - happiness that I had returned and sorrow that I had been gone for so long. I stood there in the store and cried.
Then we were going all around to different houses, and I noticed that every floor had carpeting, and some of the carpets had stains on them.
As we walked the streets, there were people who were trying to enforce "sharia". I specifically remember that word, but I remember that all of the regular people on the street didn't seem to like them. I asked why we didn't all just gang up and beat them up. A crowd started to gather behind me, but then the alarm rang.
4 comments:
I knew you were trouble when I first saw your entries. So this is how you solve problems?
Just beat people up, and possibly kill them in Iran ? sounds like your terrorist sympathizer.
Why don't you go there and stay. Let them know your an American, so they can slice you up.
Lance,
"Linda" shows distinct signs of being one of Terry McFuckwit's many personas - check out "her" profile and the websites that it links to, then have a look at the Burton's profile and his websites. See what I mean?
Anyway, chances of you getting through to "her" that this was a dream are fairly remote since "she" lives entirely inside someone else's head. As far as "Linda" knows, dreams and reality are the same thing. Don't waste your effort, mate.
Thanks, Paul. You're probably right, and it's out of my system now.
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