| dream: the "n word" |
[24 Jul 2006|02:44pm] |
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I'm kind of enjoying posting about my dreams, and since it takes so much less time to post about a dream than it does to finish a page of comics, I guess I'll post about these dreams in between the pages...
Ok, before I jump into this next one, I have to say as a "disclaimer" that I am by no means promoting racism or the use of racially offensive words. Remember, this is stuff that creeps up from deep within my subconscious, so all the "filters" are turned off. If the dream makes you feel bad in any way, no matter what color your skin is, then I sincerely appologize.
Ok, here we go.
the "n word" caused a lot of spark in my dream last night...I was back at high school, and some adult black dude was giving me grief... He was a tall, skinny guy with sort of ashen dark skin, kind of looked like that dude who played the strict manager to Ray Charles in the movie Ray.
He wouldn't lelt me pass down one of the hallways, and kept throwing insults at me. I was so exasperated, i didn't know what to do. I felt suffocated, as if he had taken all my freedom away purposefully and willfully..... and then it happened.I had him up against a wall, holding him by the lapel, and called him a "nigger" straight to his face.
Then it was night. So "black" i could barely see. I ran out to the parking lot, where there was some kind of gang hanging out around a vw bug. Then I "sensed" that off in the distance a police car was ready for war. I had to choose sides fast, and instinctively i took cover behind the police car... bullets pounded into the car, and it swelled from the impact like a huge living thing... like a huge cow or something. Blood started flowing from it, and the blood and the living-car were both warm. I was scared that one of the bullets would penitrate through the meat-car. I could hear police on the other side screaming and dying. Then, when it was all over, the Authority sent for me, and questioned me as to why I used the "n word".... Of course it was a black woman in charge, like some sort of "I ain't even gonna listen to you" oprah winfrey.....
As I woke up, I was preparing a speech that went something like:"I know what I said was 100% wrong, and I do not pretend to offer an excuse. I plead for the chance to speak, however, and want to make it absolutely clear that if you grant me that chance, I will in no way attempt to say that my actions were just nor will I claim that the situation justified the act......" I basically wanted it to be known that the original dude, that hall monitor or whatever he was, deserved to have it known that he was abusing his power and causing me trama... and that should be delt with seperately from my "crime".... I feared that my "crime" would blind the "public" to his "crime" due to the flashy nature of what I did.
somewhere in the middle of that, I found myself lying in bed, continuing the speech in my mind and looking up at my ceiling, not really 100% convinced that i was awake...
I think the favorite part of that dream for me was how the police car transmorgafied into a warm, blood spouting meat car. I can still feel it... it felt like leaning up against a big, warm dog or cow...
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| ...a fawn's tale |
[23 Jul 2006|01:04pm] |
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Last night I dreamt of a thin, greenish fawn clattering and cluttering around in a kitchen on the outskirts of a medieval village. Evil knights rode by on their sturdy horses, talking of their complete subjugation of the village. The poor, fragile, weak little fawn knew that the spirit of his love haunted the village and it was her existence that invited in such strong and unfightable evil. He scurried through the seaside village, up a mountain garnered by jutting houses made of stone, and finally reached his destination in an old stone abode atop the mountain, eating into its side. Among a litter of various magic tools, bibles, and other artifacts of religion and learning, he found a room with a mirror and sink, the mirror containing the image of his deceased love, and the sink containing her wretched soul made flesh. It was a weird flesh-mouth, a wicked opening, a quivering and hairy wound in the top of the sink. She cried out for her lover, the weak but noble fawn, and told him that the only way to save the village was to be united in love again. Her human form was behind him, translucent in its post-death state, slowly creeping forward. She possessed that sort of beauty that seemed to say, “we shall build a fine home together, and spend our days not ravishing our egos at trivial drinking feasts, but in silently creating works of wonder together within our stone abode.” The fawn, heart aching with the sight of his lost love, slowly approached… And together they made a union, out of which a horrible and destructive monster was born. For at the last moment, it was revealed to the fawn that the creature he laid with was a twisted and unnatural thing, who desired only to use his seed to pollute the earth.
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| uploaded page 07 |
[16 Jul 2006|02:23pm] |
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page seven uploaded today!
check it out fresh off the upload.
can be viewed here: http://www.vince-coleman.com/comics_e.htm
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