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Broth
7 years ago
last night I had a dream, amongst many dreams and a cedrtain "character" came back to haunt me. HIs name is "Broth." Broth, knows things if you ask the right question.
So, here I am waiting for High School near my local I-75 and CSX intersection; with multiple spurs that don't exist. Mommy is ragging on me for wanting to get close to the tracks to watch the train signals and impending trains to pass. Well, several trains pass, and the trainyard is now growing, and its almost time for school. well a train passes,pulling campers.... and it comes to a stop. without any value of his own lifew, my little brother Paul dashes and jumps over the chain between the cars, mother gives chase... and then me too after a moment of ugh.
Then, the sirens go off. at first its just sirens; then... we know its a nuclear attack siren! myself, mom, and lil'brudder are about to make for it BUT!; LITTLE BROTHER HAS FORGOTTEN HIS HOMEWORK AT A WAFFLE HOSUE! oh noes... they go off and try to retrieve homework and backpack; and my borther and I get on a schoolbus. the bus travels down 25-A into town with a foot of winter slush (I did mention its winter right?) and everything is ok... excepy my mommy is nowhere to be seen... coming down the hill towards the river we slip ands slide. Until, we get the the river bridge and the bus driver floors it. We have to get over the mound of dirt and leaves that have been placed as blast protection!
We fail and the bus goes 200-hundreds of feet into the air and crashes back down, naturally, on my side of the bus. It's ok though, we all escape; and as the other kids scurry up this beaver dam of "leafs" I turn around and decide to save the bus! I grab it and with healp from my brother and the driver we haul this bus up the mound and drop it amongst the children.... in the form of an oversized shopping cart...
it is then when Paul, sees, as I do also see, a green man and a ghost enter our house. so we depart from the failbus and run home, 2 blocks irl and in dream, and shout; "MUSSELMAN, GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE!" But nobody listens, there is only 2 people, I do not know, and a short ghost; with a carrot in either ear; spounting the end of days that makes no sense according to a phrophacy. Here we find Mussleman, shaved bald, in the kitchen listenign to a smaller version of the ghose; chanting along with. Obviously, its going down...
When asked questions Mussleman cannot give a clear answer but follows into a segment of basement for shelter of nuclear blast. It is only then I recall... the other basement door. The sub-basment door where, "Broth," lives. I open the wodden door across the hall from the back door that also leads to the first basement. A man coverd' if not made of, mud answers.
"Broth! Is this the end?"
Broth answers, "is it?" as a black panther approached the now transparant wodden door.
I ask, "is it russia or china about to nuke us?" The grim looking silloute of a man does not answer. Insted I ask, "where is its detonation"
He smiles and says "miami, florida." to which I reply, "by who? russia or china?" he responds with a riddle.
"when germans break their windows, and firefighters are thrown back."
..then I played a wierd game of slappies/fistbumps...
the end.
he has very dirty fingers, Broth,
So, here I am waiting for High School near my local I-75 and CSX intersection; with multiple spurs that don't exist. Mommy is ragging on me for wanting to get close to the tracks to watch the train signals and impending trains to pass. Well, several trains pass, and the trainyard is now growing, and its almost time for school. well a train passes,pulling campers.... and it comes to a stop. without any value of his own lifew, my little brother Paul dashes and jumps over the chain between the cars, mother gives chase... and then me too after a moment of ugh.
Then, the sirens go off. at first its just sirens; then... we know its a nuclear attack siren! myself, mom, and lil'brudder are about to make for it BUT!; LITTLE BROTHER HAS FORGOTTEN HIS HOMEWORK AT A WAFFLE HOSUE! oh noes... they go off and try to retrieve homework and backpack; and my borther and I get on a schoolbus. the bus travels down 25-A into town with a foot of winter slush (I did mention its winter right?) and everything is ok... excepy my mommy is nowhere to be seen... coming down the hill towards the river we slip ands slide. Until, we get the the river bridge and the bus driver floors it. We have to get over the mound of dirt and leaves that have been placed as blast protection!
We fail and the bus goes 200-hundreds of feet into the air and crashes back down, naturally, on my side of the bus. It's ok though, we all escape; and as the other kids scurry up this beaver dam of "leafs" I turn around and decide to save the bus! I grab it and with healp from my brother and the driver we haul this bus up the mound and drop it amongst the children.... in the form of an oversized shopping cart...
it is then when Paul, sees, as I do also see, a green man and a ghost enter our house. so we depart from the failbus and run home, 2 blocks irl and in dream, and shout; "MUSSELMAN, GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE!" But nobody listens, there is only 2 people, I do not know, and a short ghost; with a carrot in either ear; spounting the end of days that makes no sense according to a phrophacy. Here we find Mussleman, shaved bald, in the kitchen listenign to a smaller version of the ghose; chanting along with. Obviously, its going down...
When asked questions Mussleman cannot give a clear answer but follows into a segment of basement for shelter of nuclear blast. It is only then I recall... the other basement door. The sub-basment door where, "Broth," lives. I open the wodden door across the hall from the back door that also leads to the first basement. A man coverd' if not made of, mud answers.
"Broth! Is this the end?"
Broth answers, "is it?" as a black panther approached the now transparant wodden door.
I ask, "is it russia or china about to nuke us?" The grim looking silloute of a man does not answer. Insted I ask, "where is its detonation"
He smiles and says "miami, florida." to which I reply, "by who? russia or china?" he responds with a riddle.
"when germans break their windows, and firefighters are thrown back."
..then I played a wierd game of slappies/fistbumps...
the end.
he has very dirty fingers, Broth,
