Doomsday Dream

So I had this dream last night. I am not exactly religious but it freaked me out. I wrote this at 3:45 in the morning and it sounds like something out of a cheesy sci-fi movie. It probably spawned from the religious debate that my roommates and I have been having. I do not lend myself to any particular religion, my boyfriend is Christian, my roommate is atheist and her boyfriend is Catholic so you can see where we all have different views. Somehow this probably embedded itself into my subconscious and this came out. What the hell???

The earth is in ruin. Everywhere is destruction, fire, chaos, death. There are no structures still standing, except one lone building in the distance. The building reaches to the sky where it touches the only white patch of clouds in sight. The patch which is a symbol of hope seems to be slowly closing in. Lightning flashes within the clouds. All of a sudden I find myself in a garden with many other people, the first I have seen yet. The garden looks as if it was once beautiful, but thorns now grow from the ground and entangle the trees. The air is becoming clouded and hard to breath. Everyone is standing around talking in hushed tones, but the voices together form a dull cacophony of fear. There is one voice speaking above the rest. It is calm yet urgent. It is coming from very far away. I am the first; it seems, to realize the truth. I try to hush the others but to no avail. I look over my shoulder only to realize that I have wings. I turn around to see everyone else and now they to have wings. I see standing in a corner a familiar face. I run over to him. Just as I reach out to him I feel myself being pulled away. Like being dragged under water. Everything is getting darker as I get farther and farther away. Then for a moment everything is black. The next thing I know I am inside the building. I am standing in what looks to be a waiting room. There are people all over; all of them with the same bleak expression on their faces. Everything is one color. A sort of grayish yellow. The floors, the ceiling, the walls, the peoples clothes, their skin, all the same dark color. There are places where walls are not fully built or falling apart. Behind the walls are rows and rows of beds each inhabited with another person that looks the same as the last. I don’t know where I am so I ask a man standing in the hallway. He points to a door behind me and says we are at the gates of heaven. We are in limbo. In my confusion I scream at the man that I am supposed to be in heaven; that there is a mistake. He just laughs at me. I turn and walk down the hallway. There is room after room after room of nothing but scattered papers overturned desks and chairs; broken windows. The things you would expect to find in a post apocalyptic world. Halfway down the hall I turn to look behind me and find a trail of blood and feathers. I look at my wings. They appear as though they are melting. Flesh and feathers rot and fall to the floor. I don’t have much time. I turn and begin walking faster and then I am running down the hall. I come to the end of the hallway. There is a man. He is turned away from me. He is dressed in black and has hair down to the center of his back. His hair is in dread locks. The man has a mop in his hands and is dragging it across the floor. The water he is using in the bucket is black. He slowly turns to face me. All I see are his black rimmed glasses staring at me. He smiles. I don’t even have to speak “God is dead” these are the only words he speaks. He laughs to himself and goes back to his work. I step towards the door directly in front of me and turn the handle. It opens. I am outside for only seconds before I am back inside lying on the floor gasping for air. I cannot remember what was behind the door but I know I cannot go back. I stand and notice that I am now dressed in all black and my wings are nothing more than bloody stalks. The man is gone but it doesn’t matter. I have to get back to heaven. I begin running down the hall following my own trail of blood and feathers. I look over my shoulder. The man is back and he is chasing after me. After a moment I look again and the man has become two shadowy figures. I reach the waiting room outside the gates. The gates have been forced open and no one alive remains in the waiting room. I enter the gate and try to force it closed. I cannot close it. The figures pass through me and I wake up.




OH GOD!!!The world is coming to an end. Everyone bury your heads in the sand!!!

I have such odd dreams!

The History of the Dominion of Melchizedek

NOTICE:
The Dominion of Melchizedek is not actually a real place…well actually there is an interesting story behind it at least. I have taken the name of this “nation” from a webpage and created a fictional story about its history. Some of the “facts” are loosely based on truth about the “nation” but all names have been changed and the story is completely ridiculous anyways. If you wish to know about the “real” Dominion of Melchizedek click here and you can ask Tony-the-Wonder-Llama about it. It is kind of funny and I hope you enjoy these random antics…



The Dominion of Melchizedek: The Story Of A Mime With A Dream

The Dominion of Melchizedek is a wonderful and amazing nation that was founded by Harry Sampson and his son Gary. Their story is one of heartbreak, persecution and finally, freedom! Harry Sampson was born in California to very poor parents. The great depression had taken a great toll on Harry’s family and had a lasting effect throughout his childhood and into his early adolescence. Harry’s parents, hoping to alter his bleak future, decided to make the trek from their tiny one room shack in Yreka to Los Angeles, in their 1972 Ford Pinto to try to make a future in Hollywood. This plan never really came through for the Sampson’s and Harry ended up finding work as a stationary mime extra in a modern Broadway rendition of the classic French mime film “Les Enfants du Paradis''. This show failed miserably costing the producers and cast including David every penny they had. This failure affected Harry‘s pride but not his spirit.

Shortly after Harry’s 28th birthday he announced to his parents that “Hollywood was not fair!” and that he had been accepted to a very prestigious school for mimes and struggling actors in Mexico. He would be leaving immediately. This however was not the truth but only a glamorous story he told his parents for the reason he was going to Mexico. The real reason was to become a counterfeiter and make millions so that he could come back one day and give his parents the retirement they always deserved. His parents responded to the news the way parents would. His mother said to him “Make sure you take plenty of stationery so you can write us. Don’t wash your clothes in the water because its dirty. Don’t lose our address and don’t talk to bums because they’re just trying to get your money.” With that advice his mother gave him fare for the bus and kissed him goodbye. His father simply said to him “Stay on the right track and whether or not you make it we will be here for you always.” Those were the first and last words his father would ever speak to him.

Harry’s life took a very strange turn when he arrived in Mexico. He had success for a few years with the counterfeit business and also got engaged to a beautiful woman names Sheila, whose father was a hut builder. Harry decided to attend Mime Community college after all and try to make an honest living. Sheila soon became pregnant and the marriage was approaching. On their wedding day Sheila left Harry and the new baby, Greg, at the altar. This crushed Harry and caused him to seriously consider his life’s calling. Harry took the counterfeit money and decided to found his own country where his son would have a chance to grow up in complete seclusion and never have to interact with society. After selling all of his possessions, except his son, Harry started looking for a site to build his empire. After buying a map from a one-eyed pirate Harry found the perfect uninhabited island in the Pacific previously only used for testing nuclear weapons by France. Harry moved there immediately and declared the island the Dominion of Melchizedek. The weather was beautiful on the little island and there was blue sky everywhere in sight. Harry decided that this new found nation should be founded on certain principles. First and foremost, it’s absolutely imperative that every citizen must have at least two gods of their choosing; you’re favorite color must be bananas because it is the nations chief export and you must be patriotic; and the principal rule of the society is that any time you write a research paper you must cite every source used perfectly or you will be put to death because plagiarism is absolutely intolerable. Harry had come to know the great moral importance of citations from his sophomore English class in Mime Community College.

The Dominion of Melchizedek enjoyed great peace for the first year of its existence with its relatively small population of 2. However,the worst tragedy in The Dominion of Melchizedek would soon shake the very foundation of the nation. The still unaware French military decided to test another nuclear weapon on the island completely destroying the entire right side, plunging it into the water, and killing three innocent crustaceans that never saw it coming. The effect on the island was devastating. Harry declared war on France and proclaimed that they had violated the sanctity of his great nation. He screamed his rage from the shores of The Dominion of Melchizedek, which did not yet have working phones, but France was just too far away to hear the threats of war. He decided that the new rite of passage for anyone wanting to become a citizen of The Dominion of Melchizedek would be to travel to France and de-pants a street mime while screaming the truth about the devastating attack on his island. Harry lived for many more years raising his son and when he passed on Greg took control of The Dominion of Melchizedek and still governs today unbeknownst to many in the world, especially France.