i died and went to some place. hell? heaven? surprisingly, i am not freaked or anything. also somehow i am standing outside myself watching myself being processed for afterlife? for admission to heaven or hell? so i watched as they chopped of our heads. no pain, no fear. nothing. then the heads were put in a huge pot where they were sort of cooked(?) to extract a kind of oil. apparently the amount of oil each head produced was a sort of measure of one’s merit. also the ‘cooking’ did not destroy the head and also somehow, a ‘parallel’ head was still attached to our bodies since we were just there watching, nonchalant, almost indifferent..
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i am a gangster now?
..somehow, i am a gangster. we are sitting it out in a cafe apparently after a successful ‘job’. having coffee and shit. very noisy. causing general ruckus. a white couple on the next table is uncomfortable. they move tables. we don’t mind since we now have more room. the woman is very pregnant. we are like five of us. some have guns. I have a long wicked looking kitchen knife somewhere in my clothes which i apparently picked up during our last ‘job’. i’m not sure where or how. i draw it out,wave it around asking my friends “where the hell did i pick this up”…a police car is fast approaching with siren, strobe lights and shit, we scare everyone out. the plan is to sneak out in the confusion. once outside the pregnant lady is screaming. it is time. we are good gangsters so we commandeer a car but she refuses to board the car and starts heaving and panting and massaging her bloated tummy.. and ghafla bin vu, a series of long loud farts and her tummy is flat. she lets go a long wicked laughter after which she makes a snide remark about our shocked african faces. my friend loses it, grinds her face and that of the husband into the mud. somehow that is all it takes to make them instant ‘niggerlovers’ and shit judging from their humble apology..
a shoot
i feel an intense itch at the nail edge at the tip of my middle finger. is it an infection? an insect bite? a jigger? i scratch and squeeze. i can see a tip of something peeping out. it looks like the shoot of some plant. i squeeze harder. it is stringy. i pinch it between finger and thumb pull on it. gently. out comes a whole plant of sorts. a weed.
.wait there is more..
a giant beetle
i am sleeping or lying down in my bed. a giant dung beetle is tugging at my big toe trying to cut off a piece. it is not painful or anything. just mildly annoying.. i’m trying hard to kick it off but i am somewhat restricted.. and then boom i send the duvet flying across the room..
dreams. actual dreams. i'm not kidding. 