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The One Ring
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Posted Wed Oct 28, 2009 7:25 am...
Lightning cast DNA strands that formed as slides connecting one type of body of water to another. The DNA strands were gigantic, and were archlike.I was there with others. We climbed the DNA strands like ladders, and rode them the way one might climb up one side of a slide, and ride it to its endpoint. Over time, these slides became nothing more than mists and fragments of memory.
I looked down my bodice and pulled up my vagina like a sheet of paper. I peered inside and saw the stars shine like seeds in an abyss.
I ran into some kind of predicament. In response I got in a car and very shortly traveled from Missouri to Florida. I arrive at my father's house and walk through the back door. Navigating the house I head towards the spare bedroom, where a friend of mine used to sleep when he lived with us. As I watched him sleep, I peered into his dreams and watched as he dreamed. I woke him up. He must have seen me or known I was coming because he wasn't at all surprised to see me. He got up and we walked through a door that transported us to a giant cavern which was adorned with tiles on the walls. He pointed to the tiles and informed me that each tile was a doorway to another place and that it was up to me to choose the right one.
At a later time I sat up in bed by myself, in a place I did not recognize. An arrogant man with bright curly red hair came storming towards me with an intensely quick temper in his heart. He had donned regal attire, and his colours included crimson, oranges and purples. He screamed at me in a state of rage because I had chosen someone not God-like as an intimate companion. In his jealousy he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. Lifting me straight up into the air he had flung me into an eastern wall. Admittedly I was taken back and confused at how to handle the situation. He threatens to send me to what he called a 'realm of mirrors'. As he describes the place, I must be sensitive to words because I was actually able to perceive it as though his words were the lookinglass that enabled me to peer into that otherworld. He described it as a place that reflected and distorted the nature of all things. But alas, it was perhaps an empty threat.
I looked down my bodice and pulled up my vagina like a sheet of paper. I peered inside and saw the stars shine like seeds in an abyss.
I ran into some kind of predicament. In response I got in a car and very shortly traveled from Missouri to Florida. I arrive at my father's house and walk through the back door. Navigating the house I head towards the spare bedroom, where a friend of mine used to sleep when he lived with us. As I watched him sleep, I peered into his dreams and watched as he dreamed. I woke him up. He must have seen me or known I was coming because he wasn't at all surprised to see me. He got up and we walked through a door that transported us to a giant cavern which was adorned with tiles on the walls. He pointed to the tiles and informed me that each tile was a doorway to another place and that it was up to me to choose the right one.
At a later time I sat up in bed by myself, in a place I did not recognize. An arrogant man with bright curly red hair came storming towards me with an intensely quick temper in his heart. He had donned regal attire, and his colours included crimson, oranges and purples. He screamed at me in a state of rage because I had chosen someone not God-like as an intimate companion. In his jealousy he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. Lifting me straight up into the air he had flung me into an eastern wall. Admittedly I was taken back and confused at how to handle the situation. He threatens to send me to what he called a 'realm of mirrors'. As he describes the place, I must be sensitive to words because I was actually able to perceive it as though his words were the lookinglass that enabled me to peer into that otherworld. He described it as a place that reflected and distorted the nature of all things. But alas, it was perhaps an empty threat.








