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Godly Cartoon Smite. Dream 6-8-09.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 8, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 6-8-09.

I was in my house. My family was too. I went into the driveway, hearing thunder in the distance. As I strolled about the front yard I realized that today, around the world, was the re-enactment of the plaques Moses did to Egypt! I headed inside and was frightened, for I always am when cosmic anomalies arise. My siblings and family throughout the house were in wonder and foreboding terror as the sun quickly set and darkness, like a blanket move in on the evening sky in one wave. All was dark save the moon, yellow, dripping.

I was chatting with Andi my friend, and she was reporting the same thing at her home. But it was on the news this was not related to the bible: there were aliens, going about incinerating. For in the distance in the sky and the loud sound of thunder and ominous loud things, it was a swarm of alien ships coming closer, and closer, dead on in our direction on my street. I typed ‘bye’ to Andi and prepared to make my family run, run, run while they can.

They did not listen, instead to hide in the basement and face this threat. I warned the house could be incinerated by the fire, but no, they did no move. I watched as the aliens busted through with space ships and warriors through the gate of our street the neighbors were bracing. One of them the commander had possessed a body of a man and was in our house, gloating in a distorted voice our deaths and agonies.

When he went into another room I ran outside. Deep into the backyard, through the trees on the left of our large yard, into the neighbor’s bushy undergrowth and climbed over the layers of walls. I new I had to reach safty, where ever it was. I remembered several dreams and I knew, just knew, there was a world beyond where I could escape.

I was the walls. Leaping up and unto I knew I had passed into the realm of the fantasy. I crawled through the layer maze of holes in the upper wall in the blue sky, encountering creatures and Mr. Nowhere man, pools of water, finally…

I had reached the department store! People demented and dressed elegantly, and I flew over them towards the next room to the right. There were terraces *all this was obviously indoor and enclosed* and people in normal clothing from the 1800’s.  I flew over them, smiling.

I soon came to another room festooned with light and a cartoon boardwalk of brick, floating in a the shallow water. There were plants and jungle stuff, and a room by the dividing wall. I went inside and saw satyr people, devils and Jesus having sex. I was suddenly put inside one of their heads in an orgy, fucking one another as a goat man. Soon I flew out of the head, and continued walking my journey past the twisted room of the sexual satyrs. People were walking by me, from all sorts of rooms. People, children, satyrs, the 18000’s people, cartoon creations, etc. But I felt watched.

Soon I encounterd a long counter top dividing me.  I leaped over and discovered on the other side of the countertop was chips and onion rings roasting in an oven. I was certainly so glad after having a gay sexual escapade fucking Jesus with Satan. For there to my front was a recreation of Mackinac island, this dimly lit swimming pool and fountain. As I waded in and out of the cold water to go towards the light around it, I felt watched.

Watched by a mix of Count Olaf, Dr. Who’s face and wearing a pink and white pinstripe vaudeville suit. He was on a porch looking above, and I left to the left.

There was a general store and restaurant, and looking out I saw the sky! I went to there, and there was a jungle! Green and lush! And lo and behold a tourist large viking boat boarding passengers. I however went closer to the light *realizing that the jungle would lead back to the swamp next to my yard, back to reality* and walks on the wooden floating plank dock and towards the edge. There I saw the source of true sunlight in all this enclosure: a bubble window overlooking the destroyed Detroit city of reality.

So I determined, I must live here to be safe from the outside world I went into the general store of the people and cartoons where, the Candy Man *as I called him* was there! He smiled and started to grab and chase me! I went through the fountain, over the countertop in his pursuit, through the brick boardwalk and thought I lost him admits the throngs of the Satyrs.  I thought.

I knew I must escape back into reality, for I would be endlessly pursued by the horny Candy Man. I went back to the large bubble window, towering over me. Tot he left were the wishing rooms.

One room was for the random wishes of treasure. Another for the random wishes of life-positions of power. And another, the random wishes to go home! so I went in, the Candy Man watching…I was granted and walked down underneath the tent…crawled…

And ended up under the stair case of a college. there I saw my sister, happy and alive at college!

But alas I felt compelled and took her along to show her around. There I back tracked, showed her the chips, the Mackinac Island water park, the general store and ended where I described the cartoon bricks of the Satyr room.

And then I saw the Candy Man standing there clutching his bamboo hooked cane.

And then, I had awoken. Loosing my fantasy world.

Heaven and Hell: A Dream

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 20, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 4-20-09
I hide in the tunnels. I shouldn’t because I’m human, but now, they think I’m not. I’m some creature, being beaten down by the vicious witch from Voltron on her green, slimy dragon beast.

I crawl from the hole to my grandparents. I see a drawing. One way, it is a blad girl pale, horned, shrouded by black and demons besides her. She is hell. One way, she is a white angel, wings and reathers and the goblin creatures now soft and elegant; dieties of heaven.

My grandma and grandpa are posessed, monsters, pretending they’re normal but I know they’re not. Grandpa begins the chase, I run behind the house and have a running start on the gravel road. I run to the first bunker house with the children as grandpa looked and clawed, turning more and more into a vicious creature as I flew and jumped from one house to the next…

Somehow I was back at grandma and grandpa’s house, looking at a popup book. It showed Satan, masculine and red with fire at the southern equator of the earth holding it up like Atlas, while a harem or pale demoninc denziens were giving him a handjob. At the top, the north of the earth, was the white realm of heaven. An angel was holding, limpy with her hands like she was crufified a chain with a split, suspending the weight of the earth. She, or really, a transgender, was bald and naked, with linins whipping about with the clouds and her wings white and slowly flapping.

I turned the page to another story. There was a white haired, armored demon, dark skinned and almost like a Drow elf. He was in perpetual conflict at the equator of the earth with the right hand of God, the angel Heliosfaux. He had blonde hair, masculine and wearing golden and linen armor.

I was surounded in the room then by these vicious dark goblins inspired from Labyrinth and Bert and Ernie from Seaseme Street. Confused, I soon figured it out. I watched before my eyes the demon rape the sleeping Heliosfaux. There was screaming, crying gay pornography before my eyes!

It was finished and I closed the book, dropping it and heading past the bed. The goblins said that I, too, was to be raped, and there I was struck by a swarm of red thread. They wrapped tightly around my fingers, arms, and legs, pulling me face first on the bed, and I watched as the demon took form, and, with a condom and a tube of pink lube, set about to read himself to have at me.

For some reason, I kept crying out for my sister to help me. There was the fleeting image she was in the room, but it was a trick from the goblins gathered to watch as I was stripped, and looked about, moving, staring at the wall and the bed as I was thrust into, a demon taking me doggy style. I felt arousal, fear, and tears. The room was spinning, I was aware I made noises…but soon, I felt, I wanted it, I wanted this sex he was giving me, red thread around my fingers and the bed creaking with the dream-movements of copulation…

I had woken up when the wall spinned and spinned. It was 11:00 AM.

…..one hell of a dream.

.:Demon:.

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 25, 2009 by Sahkmet

———>.

Demon.
Have you no pain?
No sorrow or remorse to feel
as you hasten through the court
to your own special place.
Ah, Demon, you are no other.
You cunning fiend, you lustful creature,
Demon.

Blood.
You smell and hear it.
It races through her body
as she sprints and dashes
the nightmare world of her soul.
It’s taste you relish as you chase and excite your appetite.
That woman, rushing through the thicket,
Blood.

Fear.
Is it true you can taste it?
I see you sit with her
and she squirms like a flushed rabbit
trembling in your arms.
Smiling you laugh and lick your lips and fingers entwine about her body.
It tastes strong as you lick her, that heavy scent of
Fear.

Power.
I know you need it.
To conquer the mortals
in your sick twisted game
and ease the tension of boredom.
Your purpose was to need and use them.
Now this one resists, and you know you must use your
Power.

Lust.
You’re like a man after all?
She screams as you grope
with claws in garments
tearing with urgency as you mount her.
Harsh movements cause you both to pleasure.
The air grows warm, her back arched with false
Lust.

Tears.
Her warm face dotted with water.
Gasping breath and heavy moans
excites you as one being together
for the moment as you violate her with glee.
The woman cries in pain and horror.
You taste the fear, inside her
Tears.

Death.
She wishes it would come.
It becomes granted painfully
when your claws in rapture rips her skin
and blood makes you purr as you kill her for your amusement.
Your blue lips open for a sound of laughter when you stab her dead.
Her wish was granted, and given true
Death.

Hunger.
What more do Demons feed upon?
I watched your tongue lap
the blood that spilt on her sweated pale skin
and heard the moan as it whetted your throat.
You enjoyed your unGodly meal.
Turning her soul to harlot, and feeing your Hellish
Hunger.

Return.
All demons, Hugo, have a home.
I saw you stand
in the naked light of night and leap
into the air with a streak of blood.
You flew into the underground to that palace of yours.
Hugo has eaten, and had seen his one night
Return.

———->.

A poem of my character, evil clown Hugo.