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Go on. i was in this dark place surrounded by this big flock of crows god this is so generically morbid im sorry in advance for exposing you to my unconscious minds retarded cliches It's ok. They wouldn't be cliches if they didn't comprise the unanimously understood bedrock of phallic symbolism, with no other viable interpretation. well obviously i knew the birds were just black screaming sky dongs just hear me out i kept dying there kept being these traps like i would go one way and get my head chopped off or go another way and get stabbed or whatever and every time i died the dream reset itself and i was standing there alive and ready to try to escape again but each time i would be watching myself from the vantage point of a different crow like i was the crow all squawking around in circles like a macabre flapping douche and i would always watch myself try to do something different to dodge the trap but i always ended up dead Hm. Well, if I've learned anything from my extensive skimming over the Wikipedia articles on dream analysis, It's that this dream is very unlikely to have any literal significance whatsoever. It's probably not about dying at all. you mean maybe its about anxiety over maintaining my blogs or that my beats might not be ill enough Yes. In fact, if you were on my couch that would have been my next question, as a licensed professional. "Mr. Strider, have you considered that what you actually dread is to have your urban rhythms exposed for what they truly are, which is, clinically speaking, just shy of 'da bomb'?" and then we crack up laughing cause we both know theyre fresher than your moms change of drawers and tighter than when shes wearin them Listening to you conjure imagery of my mother in her underpants is definitely keeping us buoyed high above this swirling Freudian hellhole. Well done. please its not like shes my mom i can visualize her choice ass all i want without it gettin much more than moderately uncomfortable for everyone involved What if you're wrong? about what Her not being your mother. uh Don't worry, you're probably safe. Luckily I can think of no literary or historical precedent for that sort of folly whatsoever. this isnt the first time youve insinuated were related what is up with that Isn't it? no i mean im not sure i feel like youve brought it up before which is kind of weird but now i dont know i think im getting this weird deja vu thing where i was sure we talked about this forget it Why don't you tell me more about your dream? ok so i kept dying and kept being crows and stuff and then i started to notice something coming from the sky it was this faint eerie singing and i look up and theres nothing there just darkness That's interesting. I've read about this. what did you read Certain texts say singing from the unknowable void carries a message. That its recipient has been selected for a mission of supreme cosmic importance, that will result in your death and that of billions more. But one that is essential to the perpetuation of existence itself. what the fuck sort of crackpot psychology text would say something like that It's not from a psychology text. so then youre consulting astrology books now Not astrology. More like, Zoology. oh my fucking god will you put that away Ok. Keep describing the dream, though. If the rest of it is incompatible with prognoses of the zoologically dubious, I will withdraw my insinuation. theres not even much more to it i looked up into the sky didnt see anyone singing but even though the sky was black i could see the sun it was bright as hell even through my shades so i flapped my wings and flew up away to it like a fucking piece of garbage and thats it This doesn't strike you as an impulse of self destruction? no not in the sense that it was a dark sacrificial zoology mission it was more like somewhere to go besides watching myself die a lot from the vantage of a feathery murder of dumb shitty birds So, if hypothetically you were to accept such a mission, or even insist upon one, it wouldn't be in the spirit of genuine sacrifice, but of escape? what the fuck are you talking about ok somethings wrong this whole conversation is falling apart this isnt how it originally went at all Aw. We were making good progress, too. Why did you have to go and remember? this happened months ago does this mean im dead
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