the death of lt. casanova.

[thejollyoctagon]

I dreamt that I was an upperclassman at an extremely expensive Catholic high school. The dress code was very traditional, ties & jackets for the fellows, long plaid skirts for the ladies. Anyway, this other kid* and I were managers of the sixth grade basketball team. He knew a little something about the game, but I was totally unqualified. After our latest loss, I went off to a secluded corner to beg God's forgiveness. I admitted that I knew nothing, and required divine intervention. Latter, when walking by the school's chapel, I noticed that a stack of papers was wedged between the double doors. I plucked them out, and took a look. It was a complete plan of action for our next game. God was telling us how to win? At the end of the school day, I again walked by the chapel, this time there was a small sack wedged between the doors, containing pieces of the Eucharist. I was completely dumbfounded by this. What was God trying to tell me? How did this relate to basketball? The next day, a strange asymmetric homunculus with chrome eyes came into the gym, asking me for tips.

*the last couple of dreams that I can remember all seem to feature people I have known, but haven't seen in years; old classmates, former friends, etc. I'm positive I went to elementary school with this guy.

Lately I’ve been thinking about giving up meat, but a part of me likes being aggressive and hard-hearted.