dominicvineoftheowls (dominicvine) wrote,

another tooth dream

i woke at about 6am from a terrifying dream

Robert and Allen had invited me to their new house
Allen was hiring me to give Robert a massage

since i'd seen them last
they had both got very thin

full heads of hair (fake)
tasteless gay clothes
voices having gone completely ...

as if they had been purged of their personalities.

they were living in a trailer

then the house was a suburb

then the house was a large ornate artistic mansion

then the house was part of a church
and i was having relations with the minister's assistants
or were Allen and Robert the assistants?

i couldn't give Robert a massage
and i couldn't leave til i did it

he kept coming up with excuses
and evading me
so i'd walk around
looking at things

climbing through the secret passages of the church
up over the altar
up the walls
under the horse

when nothing was happening
but i started breaking things
climbing around naked
the priest was angry
right before mass

in the back room
on the bed
were bodies
ground up
fetid blood mingled with the sheets

they explained to me it was good food

i was doing my best to take it all in stride
because they were
so it must be normal

eating the rotten dead bodies

i turned
and noticed that robert had taken his clothes off:
below his head was just a spine and rib cage
the gentle curve...
down into the rotten meat of his back
left leg gone above the knee
green rotten flesh hanging off
floating? or standing on his right leg

i felt the teeth in my mouth swell and pound
my tongue pushing on them
they came out like candy corn
i spat two in my hand
two others were about to come out
i did my best to keep them in
but they just tumbled out

more teeth
more teeth

red and black and throbbing

i woke from fright
i forced myself back into unconsciousness

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