Dreams and Things

So, pictures from April 1 will be assembled as soon as I chip away some stuff from my mountain of responsibilities and obligations.

In the mean time, here is a dream I had last night:

I dreamed I got called into a corporate office with a bunch of really smart/talented/promising about-to-graduate types for a job recruitment that we had all already been selected for. A very well dressed, well spoken man told us that we would have all of the money, power, happiness we could ever want if we accepted this job working for this new religion.

Knowing this man was Satan, I asked, "Do we really have a choice? Can we actually say no?"

And Satan was all, "No."

So I was like, "Well, how about THIS!" and I started saying the Lord's Prayer (Our Father, who art in heaven, etc) but I forgot it after a few lines (yeah right, had it memorized for years). Then I tried a Hail Mary but forgot it also. So, I was like, "The hell with that! I'm peacing out, yo!" and I took off towards the exit. Some other people who didn't want to work for Satan followed me, and Satan chased us doing wonky magic shit--making stairways go to nowhere, sealing doors, etc. It was a real maze, but we did manage to escape.

Then we went to play dodge ball. My team was kicking ass and taking names, when all of the sudden the game was over and we had lost. It was because a group of girls we called The My Little Pony Girls (because they wore sparkly, bright pinks and purples and blues like a child in the 80s) had joined our side and had promptly managed to lose so hardcore that the game was called, despite us still having plenty people still in the game.

With the game over, it was time to go to the amusement park! I was walking with another girl who had rejected the job offer when Hitler in a red convertible pulled up next to us.

Hitler said, "Because you guys turned down the offer you won't be able to get into the amusement park." No German accent or anything, so we figured he was part-Hitler part-Satan.

"Screw you, Hitler!" I said. "I can go to the amusement park if I want to!"

Hitler kept driving along side us talking about how much fun we WEREN'T going to have because there would be no amusement park unless we agreed to the job offer. Finally, we got to the park he couldn't drive up to.

Once we got to the park, the guard wouldn't let us in because of a bureaucratic thingie that Hitler caused.

Moral of the Story: If Satan asks you to serve him and you say no, you can look forward to losing a game of dodgeball and having Hitler bar you from the amusement park.