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Valerie: “You break my heart, every day. Every day, you break my heart.”

JJQMO: “… … …”

Val: “… ? ...”

JQ: “But do I get a pleasure out of torturing young souls?”

V: “Is it a good pleasure or a bad pleasure?”

J: “Is there such a thing as a bad pleasure?”

V: “Oh, Definetly.”

Dream Journal Entry: October 17th 2013, 9:30 am

“God save us All” (A Nightmare)

Late afternoon, gray skies darkening into a crisp cool autumn night

A festival in a large green leafy-tree spotted park, asphalt walkways weave through the dense crowds

Countless games booths, food stands and band stages

Me and my cuz, Daniel, are walking around

We notice a medieval weapons booth and walk towards it

The booth attendants are dressing in Viking warrior outfits; fur, leathers, spikes

Various lances, arrows, swords, and other weapons line the small display booth

I reach to touch the metal tip of one of the lances

A huge rough looking attendant grabs my hand before I can make contact and informs me that the tips are poisoned

I go to use the porter potty, separate from my cousin and walk the rest of the grounds alone

Strolling around I see several small stages with various electrical and acoustic groups devotedly strumming their harmonies

At the main stage area I run into my sister her husband, my brother Gabriel, and some more cousins

They sit on wool blankets spread on the grass lawn in front of the big, heavily-lightened, well-speakered concert stage

All around other families with their friends and loved ones share the lawn and sit on their own blankets or stand, everyone sways to the playing music

Three women singers hold the attention of the listening mass, they play guitar and are accompanied by a full band

Once done with their tribute the singers introduce a special guest

A tall, blonde, white man in his early thirties-late twenties wearing a clerical collar, black slacks and a clergy shirt appears on the stage

The hushed audience interestedly waits for what the priest man will sing

A capella he intones a beautiful, emotional, hymn-like tune, full of depth and range

We, the audience, are struck mute by the loveliness of the gentle yet resilient melody

The priest man is stoic; while his song is moving and touching he seems detached and cold

He ends the charming tune howling at the top of his lungs “… And this stone upon which I stand, I curse.”

The crowd rises in unison and we all applaud vigorously

Next, my dad is on stage delivering a stern, menacing, and somewhat frightening message

“Gather your belongings and your loved ones. Get out! The curse is upon you. May the Lord forgive thee. GET OUT! GO!”

With that the crowd hurriedly disperses, grabbing their blankets and packing up their stuff.

An instant later all out mayhem unfolds

People begin arguing, the arguing escalates into vicious fighting and then murderous bedlam

Everyone is running around stabbing, strangling, burning and biting each other to death

I am beyond frightened and look around for the nearest way to escape this

On my left my mom appears she is walking towards me when a rock hits her head and she falls to the ground

I am stunned, frozen.

To my right a tall figure approaches, “Oh, I’m glad I found you, let’s get out of here” it says.

I turn and notice that is my brother Noe, he has not seen our mom laying on the grass a few yards away from me.

Before I can say anything to him a giant airborne lance penetrates his back and pokes out his front

He falls to his knees and dies

Enraged I turn to the weapons booth and locate the persons responsible

I race towards the medievallian weapons booth to exact bloody revenge on the short leather clad brunette that just killed my loved ones

By now fiery chaos has consumed all my surroundings, it is impossible to make any sense of it all

People screaming, crying, running and falling dead in their tracks

I hear a song with no obvious source repeat over and over

“God save u-u-us. God sa-aave us al-ll-ll-ll-ll”

I am furious and crazy with rage

Upon reaching the girl, her back is to me, I extend my hand to her neck, I will strangle her to death

“God save u-u-uss. God sa-aave us al-ll-ll-llll”

A moment before I can lay a finger on her another thrown wooden lance slices through her shoulder blades and protrudes out her chest

The impact forces her head to the heavens as she tries to take a final gasp

Falling, she turns counterclockwise towards me

“God save u-u-us. Go-o-od sa-ave us al-ll-ll-ll”

The bloody tip of the spear sticking out between her small fur covered breasts grazes my left wrist as she splats to the grass

The small surface cut on my wrist begins to instantly burn

I immediately remember the earlier warnings about the poisoned tips

Searching for a possible way to survive I notice a smoothie stand with a water facet

I jump the front facing counter and begin to rinse my hand under the cold water

My hand itches with an intense heat

Cold night has engulfed the now ablaze and destroyed park

Most structures have been smashed, blinding yellow flames dance wildly in every direction

All this time the same “God save us all” song rings in my head, it is a pretty melody and I think I will remember it forever

While I continue to wash my wrist, of seemingly no avail, I wake up

I am thankful that it was all a dream but my wrist still itches noticeably

I walk to the bathroom to take a leak, my mom is in there brushing her teeth, I wait for to finish and I summarize the horrible dream I’ve just had

Hello Nurse

Una vez conocí

La mujer de mis sueños

Bella ángel K.C.

Mi fantasía, Mis deseos

  Dulce sonrisa de miel

Crema azucarada su piel

Mi nutrición, mi pastel

A una promesa soy fiel

Hacerla reír y reír y jamás detener

  En sus ojos ternura

Una amante creatura

Libre flor, franca y pura

Sin ella la vida es dura

Seca, fea y oscura

Ella cuida, guía y asegura

Todo dolor siempre cura

  Enfermera de mi alma

Mi corazón en su palma

Llena de paz y trae clama

Desease de todo síntoma

  Hermosa sublime mujer

Medica de mí ser

Ahora por fin puedo ver

Y todo malo vencer

  Eléctrica, enérgica,

Dinámica, feroz

Magnética, voltaica

Magnifica precoz

  En la cuidad conquistadora

Sobre la tierra liberadora

En el mar exploradora

Y de la playa adoradora

  En sus manos el sol

Sobre los cielos control

De la estrellas y luna

Brillante tornasol

Feliz girasol

Y de la vida árbol

  Linda música heroica

Divina, autentica

Exótica y sin replica

En todo época única

  Ojos tristes y vibrantes

Despertantes diamantes

En mi ilusión mis amantes

De mi ficción mis rescates

  Por ella sufriré yo mil muertes

Pero mano a mano somos omnipotentes

Contra los dos jamás habrá límites

Poderosos abracadabrantes

  Recuérdame, encuéntrame

Jamás quiero escapar de tu mente

Suena me, sonríeme

Que mi canción sea un ser activó, viviente.

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