Turbulent Innuendo
Sunday, June 11, 2006
 
WOW.

So, I didn't want to cover up my graduation post, but this requires telling. Go read the grad post if you havent, it's somewhere down there.

But.

Whoaaaaaa.

I just woke up from the trippiest dream EVER.

Stop me if you've heard this before.

So, a guy is in hell. A semi-normal looking guy, your typical emo-looking guy with scraggly-ass hair, sideburns, typical rediculously tight clothing, (possibly from Threadless) hightops, tall and lanky and not too athletic looking. Why he's in hell, what he did, I couldn't tell you. He is in a typical videogame environment, like Doom or something, with rediculous stockpiles of weapons such as fission cannons and nail guns and a crowbar (of course.)

So, he's trying to escape from hell, and he has to fight through hordes of demons, of course. Flying pig demons, demons that are only a pair of legs, demons that are decapitated fetuses with blades for arms, you get the gist. And he's blowing hell through all of them with near ease, even though I imagine that he had never fired any weapon before in his life.

He only has trouble, however, when he meets up with an elite squad of demons that periodically shows up, one at a time, to try and kill him. What's special about these demons, other than their rediculous skill, is that they all look like his dead fiancee. Imagine, like, Sarah Michelle Geller, only dead and with fire coming from her ears. All of the elite demons are obviously dead, and they sort of walk with a zombieish limp, dragging their limbs behind them, though their face and eyes are completely functional, with a look of complete anguish and terror. Throughout the dude's battle with each of them, they continuously scream over and over again that they're sorry and that they're not trying to do this. However, they fluctuate between that and suddenly raising their voices to near painful levels, bellowing that they can never forgive him and that he will die over and over again in hell by their hands. Also, each of the fiancee demon things have a specific melee weapon that they use to attempt to kill him, which is also their names (Blade, Lance, Mace, yadda yadda) and the weapon is also the only way that the dude can kill them.

Yeah. Creeped out yet? Good, I'm not done yet.

So, skip foward a bit, because I start forgetting after he kills the demon named 'Bat' but the guy is seemingly out of hell and is now bursting inside the house of his grandparents. Also, his little sister is there, for some reason. He runs up to his grandfather, blurts out his entire story about his trip through hell, and
begs for his grandfather to forgive him. His grandfather stares at him for a moment, and heads for the phone. He dials a number, which I'm assuming was the looney bin, and the dude goes nuts, trying to get to the phone while his grandmother and sister hold him back. As soon as his grandfather says, 'Hello?' the entire house explodes into an inferno of flames, the ground beneath it opens up, and they are hurled into the eternal maw of hell once again.

And then I woke up.

And thought, "Holy fucking shit."

~meh!~
 
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