J. M. Verville

I had an M. Night Shamalan dream, I guess.

I was suddenly walking around Fargo, North Dakota with Matt Bumbalough; we were just chit chatting. Suddenly, we saw very strange tornadoes forming and the ground was shaking. Some good samaritans driving by in a truck told us to get in, so we jumped on the back of the truck. There were some businessmen in the back with us.

While we drove quickly away, we got close to one of the tornadoes and saw that it was not a tornado but a series of brown-like vines that stretched all the way to heaven; I saw a man get taken by one up into presumably space. Suddenly, I was also ceased by one of these and brought into space.

I found myself pulled up onto the back of a giant centipede-like entity with a comet’s head that was smoldering hot so the coldness of space did not kill me, and we were going so fast into earth’s atmosphere. Suddenly, we were nearing the ground and I am not sure how but I got off…

I then went to the top secret military facility looking for answers and they recognized my old credentials and told me about it…

There is a government program run exclusively by the Department of Defense — they want to steal away the interests of the nation. President Obama only serves private, Wall street corporations so they created centipede-comets resembling aliens.

They put humans on their back because the humans fall into the back of the centipede opening up a cocoon of special comet fire ants; when these comet centipedes crash into the Earth they will destroy major corporate infrastructure and then the comet fire ants (who feasted on the humans on the way down to get a taste for blood), along with the remaining comet-centipede, will begin waging war.

These things will land all over the world targeting global corporations.

The Chinese, Russian and American militaries are thrilled because they will now rest control away from the global corporate interests that run the world.

While explaining this, the General looked pleased, and he said,

“Now the world is ruled by such false and unnatural things as money and global financing. But tomorrow the world will be ruled by what it once was: blood & steel, and the honesty of martial discipline and strength.”

I thought about it and decided I preferred in some sense this blood and steel if only because it was more honest than made up, computer-form money by fiat. Of course, this was not the best way to be ruled or to live — under the hand of the military…

But there was an amount of honesty in a dictatorship that called itself that, as opposed to a financial empire that did not call itself a dictatorship of the marketplace.

I also decided that in order for anything to be created a new the militaries would have to succeed in this operation to destroy the power of the global corporations.

Shortly thereafter, I was part of an operation surrounding a man’s house to kill him because he was a major CEO. While me and the others were sneaking up to his door he smiled and walked out holding a baby and a sawed off shot gun. I then woke up.

I do not know what it means.

Another odd dream.

The dream started with me celebrating the fact that I was returning to America to do something that would improve the entire course of my education and future. It felt like winning a million dollars.

However, when I arrived I was ushered away to a military base and it became clear that I was being forced to rejoin the military.

At first it didn’t seem so bad because a lot of my old friends were there. My father had even showed up. We all promised to go to the bar to get drinks but then I could not find them… Later I did find them.

We went to a bar that looked like an old house. We got drunk. We went home. But I forgot something, so I went back.

When I went back there were a lot of Korean bboys there dancing. I avoided them and found my things and sat down for another drink because magically other people I knew were there. I had gotten a stamp on my hand that had someone’s phone number on it.

One of the bboys said “Hey, you got numbers tattood on your hand? Where did you get them?” (he was speaking in Korean)

I did not feel like talking to him and wanted to be a jerk, so I said, “I got them in the Holocaust.”  I am not sure why I would say such a morbid joke.

It turns out they all spoke English and I had to flee the scene on foot, and hide. Later they found me and beat me up.

The next day when I woke up I noticed that I was also very overweight. It was perplexing because it was… quite overweight. I justified losing the fight on being overweight and felt preposterous.

All in all, this was a confusing dream.

Dream 7: It was the apocalypse and we were scrambling for food and survival. A man who was leading us showed us he had sheep, and that this was the hope of humanity — that these sheep would live and that we could somehow make it.  There were few of them, but many of us still believed in our small, ragtag band we could make it. (more…)

I was on a boat, in the middle of the ocean, with several people I knew. We were heading to an island far away. I went swimming, and then I got back onto the boat. This is all that I remember of that. Not a very poignant dream, but I am bureaucratic about some things, and it will be logged.

Dreams are always odd… In this dream, there was going to be a Pornotarium concert. However, we did not know if Jason could make it, so Bialy and me contemplated what to do. He told us he could make it.

The venue was my elementary school’s auditorium.

Before the show we discussed charities to give money to, and most centered around giving them to Haitians.

Everyone assembled and it seemed like we waited forever for Jason to arrive; he did, and we put on an excellent show. The audience remained seated in assembly style chairs the entire time and was mostly composed of families with elementary school age children.

After the concert to celebrate we went to a bungee jumping waterpark. I guess this can only be explained by “jumping hundreds of feet.. WIth a bungee chord… And landing in the water and being pulled back up.”

Sean Bradford and I got into a playful wrestling match near the end of one of these and we fell into the water 200 feet below.

I was happy and then I woke up.

These were originally not going to be written because they were exceptionally ridiculous and confusing. These dreams are also graphic and strange — not of a sexual nature, but merely of a generally disturbing nature.  Read if you want.

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This dream was shorter.

I had some sort of motorcycle with a lot of belongings in it; I showed up at what looks like one of the homes in North Fargo, and I go into a basement. The basement is both a party and a convenience store. At some point me and some people decide to leave. On the way out I find two trash bags full of random American candy. One of them has ‘Red Hots’ in it and me and someone else wonder how we can steal it, but instead we steal nothing other than what we ate there and go out.

My motorcycle had become an incredibly small things that I could actually not ride or sit on, and we went to a different place nearby. Old people were outside on chairs enjoying the day even though it was overcast.

I owned a puppy — it was a female but someone remarked how it was ugly and looked like a male.

The dog pooped in the yard and a man I know who will only be identified as “1″. ran up to it and fell face first in the poop, and then ate it like G. G. Allin. I thought that he thought it was mud. We then started wrestling and people were laughing, and I started getting dog feces everywhere. Then a lot of people I knew who I wrestled with a week or so ago all showed up, and we quickly began wrestling in a group and the dog feces they thought was mud spread to absolutely everyone.

My last thoughts were that I hope no one finds out that this is my dog’s feces, or that I knew it was dog feces and did not prevent this from occurring, though I do not consider it my fault as I felt helpless and shocked.

I dreamed I was somehow involved in the filming of a television show. I was an actor with a minor rule. During this time, I fell in love with a woman who was very large chested and vaguely reminded me of the character Pam from the Office.

We feasted every night and got drunk frequently. We lived in a hotel, and also filmed the show there.

At some point Tyrion Lannister, a disfigured, short and deformed character from the George R. R. Martin series A Song Of Ice & Fire ended up murdering several people so the police came to investigate.

I was arrested along with several other people because we could not prove we had an alibi. My girlfriend was arrested, too.

During the police investigation I had to look through tons and tons of manila folders; one of them was a folder with official police documents telling me all sorts of charges I was being held on, from drunk driving to drunk in public to drunk and disorderly to resisting arrest, assaulting a police officer, unlicensed business practices and even a charge of unlawfully creating pornography with intent to distribute to minors even though none of these charges applied.

The punishment was that we would have to spend our days filling out dry work sheets and writing essays, reading material that told us why it is wrong to drink and drive, how alcohol is unsafe and how the Law is our friend and that we shouldn’t be involved in the porn industry without a license even though it was just going to be a regular show and I was not even the person writing or directing or starring in it.

At some point I realized that I knew what had happened and I knew where Tyrion Lannister was. I could simply tell them this truth and we would all be released and be safe. However, I thought that this would be immoral because I trust Tyrion had good reasons to murder whomever he did.

I grabbed the documents I could and I started running away from the Police. I fled somewhere, by myself, and a grandmotherly person helped hide me in her home. I felt worried and overwhelmed and I wanted some way to contact Tyrion Lannister so we could be fugitives together, and I somehow wanted to reunite with the other people who had been arrested.

I tried finding Tyrion but instead I started wandering the countryside with camping gear and I could never even find another person. It was like the old woman’s house was the end of the world, and beyond that point nobody lived. I kept going but the only interaction I had with other living things would be waking up surrounded by birds.

I cannot remember any further but I know that something is supposed to come after this.