Two Was Bad
9-27-1999
I was in some deserted town in this old abandoned church, up in the balcony, when I heard a female voice. Then there were these things whisping all around me, almost tickling me, like paper streamers. I lied down, kind of enjoying it. Next thing I knew, I couldn't really see, and instead of paper tissue streamers, there were dozens of hands groping me all over. The female voice grew haunting, telling me the 666 beast was coming for me, and that the number 2 would bring me harm, but the number 1 would do me good. From this point I freakout out whenever someone I met offered to come with me, because we'd be two people, and two was bad.
I woke up at this point and found that I was breathing rather heavily. I went back to sleep, and for a couple hours my dream consisted of running from building to building, either finding demons there (who were searching for me), or finding other people like myself there, hiding, who didn't want me around. I eventually ended up on a boat in a sewer, trapped by two demons on boats in either direction. I remember swatting one of them with my oar as I struggled with him in the water.
posted by Phlegm at 11/24/2003
