Starts off where I am going to the restroom at work but the bathroom is this long tiled hallway and there is no doors or stalls; just a toilet. So I point at the walls and force them to crash into each other to seal myself off. For some odd reason I am nude - of course right? - as I do my business. Some co-worker comes in, says sup, walks out. I am too tired in the dream to give a damn.

I am reading a comic strip while in the bathroom - it's of a shark talking to his wife. The wife turns away and when she looks back, the male has a baby. It was some kind of joke on infidelity being very fast in the shark's life...

So I wake up...in the dream I Wake up. I am in a line outside this desert-like community and I'm a black man. I think that the comic-strip was genius and I am telling my girlfriend (Also black) that this is a fantastic allegory for black men cheating on wives. She gets mad at me, telling me she wants happy animated cartoons about sharks; not social commentary...we are arguing as we walk...

-dream jumps too-

I am in the back of a truck with a new girl whose face I cannot recall...I'm a prisoner and I am going to my new home. The cop is a blond woman with bug sunglasses and a uniform. She has a shotgun. We stop at this ugly run down home with a dead lawn - looks very trailer trash. I tell her

''Do you have to escort me home everyday?''

''That's the job''

We get there and there is a very thin hedgehog on the lawn in a cage. I told my girlfriend I wanted it to be named Sonic. She glared at me.

So we enter and the house is of follows: A large bed is immediately in front of the door - a little past that is a dresser and behind the bed a bookshelf. The room in front of the bed is pretty bland, messy and dark, with a TV against the wall and clothes everywhere.

So there is a naked man in the bed and it's a human version of Joe Swanson from Family Guy. Yes, ha ha ha ha, laugh it up. Just keep listening okay?

He's welcoming us to the home and explains he will be monitoring us and that I need to get ready for a job interview. I start getting dressed and he stands up.

''Joe. You're walking!''

He glares daggers at me and responds ''Of course I am. I am a Catholic now remember?''

So I back down. After I get dressed, I find some panties and handcuffs in the bed. ''Hey Joe. Had some fun last night?''

''I did.'' He brings me outside and shows me this strange car. ''You see that car?''

''Yeah..''

''It has four tires. Meaning it can drive very well. Meaning it can drive Over anything I want it to. People who ask questions...it can drive over.'' He pressed a button and blades came out of the car's bottom. He pressed it again and it lowered itself to the ground chopping up the driveway.

''It also leaves no evidence behind. Understand?''

''......yeah....''

Suddenly the dream turns off...it's just black but I hear him talking...it started in the middle of his conversation but here it is...

''And these women they just love it when there is violence. So we were f*cking in the middle of a boxing match and she screamed out every time the boxer beat the sh*t out of the other guy but I wanted to beat her. I just wanted to beat her face in. She wanted me to shoot her, I put it against her stink hole and she came buckets as I shot her. She died though but who cares, I kept going at it. I wanted to jump into that ring and beat the crap out of them, reach up and beat them.''

-dream jumps again-

I am going to our new home...in the desert. There is a trailer outside where my cousin Virgil lives...my blond wife and I go towards the house and I comment...

''Why do we need to live in the trailer? That house is yours right?''

''Mom has the key...'' she hissed at me.

Then the front door opened and her mother, this sweet old lady, invites us in. My blond girl is furious at me for accepting the invitation. The house smells of dog but its nice; a big couch by the front door, a big TV with static, and a massive stereo system besides the TV. I yelled at a russel terrier for biting at the TV wires then start looking around...

That's when it all hits me...something is wrong. There is a weird creature on display on the stereo screen that shows the volume. I thought it was something out of Halo but I was never sure. I slowly start looking around...

Something is very wrong with everything.

I am no longer in the dream...I'm an observer...but the dream is being shown to me in a comic book...when I stop the pages...it goes live action. I cannot put the comic book down nor can I close it. I am forced to read it. I can only see the pages and my fingers holding the pages...

I am watching the mother and another person rolling in the grass...they are wrestling but then start having sex. He is on top.

The blond wife returns and tries to pull him off but it becomes a threesome...the mother is in the middle with the man taking her while she is playing with her daughter...but they are no longer human. The male is red with black claws, the mother is in her 20s, green with Asian-like, black eyes, and a tail, the wife is blue and snake-like...

Every time I turn the page back; they change; grow more demonic...

I turn the pages quickly

The dream becomes a cartoon....there is fire everwhere...no ground, just flames. There is a hand that begins to paint on the empty space...

First it draws a crucifix, then two very large pilot-style sunglasses...then two more crosses. She paints blood all over this image then adds the 2 thieves and Jesus onto the crosses. Blood is dripping all along the edges of this object and there are these huge, thin needles painted all over the crosses...

The painting it rotated; it is a pumpkin, being painted on halloween...but there is still nothing around this woman...its just fire.

The sunglasses of the painting belong to a screaming skull. She shows the pumpkin to a bunch of dark shadows who stare at it awestruck...

''This is fear...''

I turn the pages again....I see glimpses of this woman and a man, a strong dude...just running, partying, doing crazy things in a world of chains, metal, cloth, silk, bondage...there is no ground; just endless catwalks and ledges...it is very surreal; fantasy style of artwork much like Luis Royo...

They are living life...but in a twisted fashion...

Then they are confronted...by a demonic, fantasy version of the grim reaper...

The pictures are just that now...pictures...as I read the comic...but I hear their voices...

''For the ancestors...we need more ancestors'' Death tells them...

''I never knew,'' the blond responds, ''That by turning our backs to Death, we turned our backs to Jesus...''

It is a cartoon now...the man is pinned down and razor wire is forced upon his toes, slashing them apart as Death says...

''His blood is for us all...the blood of Christ''

I see the a hill surrounded by blood and fire; I see Jesus on the cross with the two theives, with the needles coming out of the wood...

I panic. I start flipping through the comic as fast as I can but someone forces me to keep turning back. There is something it wants me to see...

I start waking up in real life and the dream gets very mixed up. I am reading now that it is dozens of years later; space stations and ships, very fantasy still....the blond is leading another person through this space station that has spikes and black and rust everywhere...there is something going on in the ship's ''auditorium''

they arrive...there are people everywhere....cloaked and a large cloaked person in the middle of this reception...

the last page is the author's credits...something slams the book closed


I wake up.




....why can't I have normal dreams...