The fact that I was dreaming about Satan doesn't bother me. The fact that I was dreaming about witches doesn't bother me. The fact that, in this dream, I had the power to blow fire doesn't bother me. The fact that I used said fire to save a person's parents by burning a hole in the earth to travel to hell where I lured Satan and his army of evil souls with the cries of a baby and trapped Satan in a net doesn't bother me. But how in the hell did the red-coat-wearing British Army get into my dream? And why did they arrest Satan "in the name of the Queen?" By far, the weirdest dream I have ever experienced.
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home sweet...
About Me
- B.S.H.
- I have an MFA in poetry from the University of Florida, and since poets make no money, I'm looking into the lucrative profession of fly fishing, though I've never been fond of that much silence, or fishing.