"I had a muthafucking dream too, Martin Luther King Jr." Pt. 3 (Fear vs. Faith)

I've been having violent dreams recently, I can't explain why but there is a common thread in that it involves a conflict with religion or faith. In the first which I had about a week and a half ago I dreamt I was trapped in a sky rise controlled by a cult. The cult leader would quiz us imprisoned on the religion itself, and those us of who could not answer the questions correctly or angered him through one reason or another would be shot on the spot. Upon reaching me, I couldn't answer the question but before I was shot someone else rose and spoke out of turn, resulting in his subsequent termination and my brief reprieve. I didn't get to the end of that one.

The other dream was far more grizzly and disturbing, it involved a man driving around in his car, testing pedestrians on Christian subject matters, those he deemed in league with the church would be spared, those who did not were shot dead. When he encountered me I managed to escape, however he tracked me to my house where I had to (in my own defense) kill him with a knife rather brutally. What strikes me even beyond that was the vividness of it, I remember after he was dead, I was speaking with my mother, she was saying that though I saved myself I must now face the judgement of law. I told her "no, this is a dream, this is not really happening", she said "well, maybe, or maybe not, you'll have to find out."

I do not know what they mean, but I do not feel comfortable with them.

"I had a muthafucking dream too, Martin Luther King Jr." Pt. 2

Few nights ago I had a dream where me and my brothers were waiting to cross the train tracks in our car, there were two railways and on one there was a train stalled, obscuring the view of the other railway. The other cars in their impatience crossed the railway and we watched as one of them was hit by another train. That car exploded and a crowd gathered around the car as a woman pulled out from it the burned and semi-skeletal corpse of the person inside of it. The person was not dead yet, the corpse was still breathing so everyone watched him die, but it was contemplative and gradual, not like normal death. The corpse just curled into the fetal position slowly as if it was birth reversed, and that was it.

"I had a muthafucking dream too, Martin Luther King Jr." Pt. 1

I had a dream where I was driving to a location that I suppose I knew in the dream but not in actual reality when my tire blew out. So in comes Tommy Lee offering his assitance of which I accept, however we become distracted by a shirtless Billy Bob Thorton laying against the tire, so we do the obvious thing, give him an erotic massage...

Again, I have no idea what that means.

Picked this up at Freakbeat Records a few days ago and its amazing, Boris At Last: -Feedbacker-

Recently repressed, didn't get one of the 200 red copies of it though, bummer.

There's nothing quite so pure as the written word my dear, so lets have ourselves a little poem.

I had a dream a couple weeks back.

I found a horribly mangled sparrow on the ground, I picked him up with the intent on saving his life but I held him too hard and made his condition worse, I took him to someone who could help but it was dead when I got him there. However they were able to resuscitate him, and after that his wings where essentially just bone and blood so they just peeled them off, me watching all the while. After all this the bird recovered, albeit wingless, but I still felt a profound feeling of guilt.

I don't know what to make of that.