Dream Log Entry 43

Ten years ago a guy in a wool sweater tried to kill me, Dan, John, and Mark with his shotgun while we were escaping from his backyard because he thought we raped his daughter. We didn’t want the media to bring it up anymore so we decided to go to his house in the country and kill him. I parked my car behind his red barn so it would be well hidden and we went inside his house because he wasn’t home. He soon came home and was surprised to see us so we asked if we could borrow his tools (so we could kill him with them) but he caught on and we decided to come back later. We were playing with his knives in the kitchen and he came home again but wasn’t as surprised to see us. John was reading one of his magazines and asked him if he had a third nipple that needed removing. He said no and sat down at the table. There was a rug on the floor with an uneven design so I cut off the side to make it right and when I was done with that I got up and they had already cut off his arms. I burned four Anberlin songs for Mark each on a separate disc then we turned into miniature South Park characters and made sparkly cardboard dioramas that shrink when you pray and sing a special song in the sunlight. Then we turned into gooey monsters and chased him down the road but we were still small so I used my nuclear magic powers to make us regular size then we turned into giant fruit and fell off a snowy cliff. Then Vera and I went and made more shrinky boxes on a mountain and in a museum.