franksolich dreams of Obamaite primitives

[franksolich]

Damn.

It happened again, the second time.

His subconscious is telling franksolich something.

I dreamed last night, as I had dreamt a couple of nights before, that I was standing on the banks of a river with my fellow alum Skins, which was crowded, congested, with all of the Obamaite primitives, the more recognizable of them being Pedro "Beach Boy" Picasso, Oscar Wilde, Doug's ex-wife, the twin Vermontese Obamite primitives cali and garybeck, the shadowy primitive, the low-calorie primitive, the American Nana primitive, &c., &c., &c.

Lots and lots of Obamaite primitives, waiting.

I turned to Skins, asking what the mob was waiting for.

My fellow alum told me they were waiting for the Messiah.

Oh, I replied.

It was raining; the Obamaite primitives were wet and bedraggled.

Then suddenly the sun broke through the clouds illuminating the earth, and at that same moment there appeared Obama on an ass, riding towards the river-bank.

The Obamaite primitives arose as if one, waving palm leaves, scattering rose petals, moaning and groaning in ecstasy, weaving to-and-fro, their arms upraised in supplication, their eyes filled with tears of wonderment, their lips chanting "Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna."

Obama on an ass waved and smiled at the hordes.

When he got to the bank of the river, where there was a boat tied to the dock, Obama got off his ass, and mingled among the primitives, slapping them on their backs and shaking their hands as they bowed in sweaty orgasmic adoration.

I noticed while he was doing this, that Obama was gently and surreptitiously shoving the primitives up the ramp into the boat.  It was a deft move, and even if not wroth with writhing joy, the primitives might not have noticed it.

When the last primitive was on the boat, Obama cut the rope, releasing the boat to float downriver.

I've had this dream two times now; one wonders what it means.

[Tucker]

My fellow alum told me they were waiting for the Messiah.

      I'm glad it was your dream and not mine.

[Flame]

Interesting, Frank.

Might want to re-think what you eat before you go to bed tonight! 

[franksolich]

By the way, I dislike resurrecting an old thread, but I had the same dream last night.

Three times in a row, so it must be destined to be true.

Anyway.

There was one scene a little bit more detailed this time around, the Obamaite primitives standing on the river bank, waiting for the Messiah.

They were damp and wet and moldy, although with expressions of exultation and joy and jubilation lighting up their faces, making them beam and glisten in their soggy decreptitude.

The primitives were singing too, and in my dream I dreamed I could actually hear them singing.

I got the vague impression they were singing "Shall we gather at the river" or "We shall gather at the river" or "When we gather at the river."

There's an "old-time religion" song similar to this, right?

Anyway, this dream appears to have Hollywood potential.

[Chris_]

By the way, I dislike resurrecting an old thread, but I had the same dream last night.

Three times in a row, so it must be destined to be true.

Anyway.

There was one scene a little bit more detailed this time around, the Obamaite primitives standing on the river bank, waiting for the Messiah.

They were damp and wet and moldy, although with expressions of exultation and joy and jubilation lighting up their faces, making them beam and glisten in their soggy decreptitude.

The primitives were singing too, and in my dream I dreamed I could actually hear them singing.

I got the vague impression they were singing "Shall we gather at the river" or "We shall gather at the river" or "When we gather at the river."

There's an "old-time religion" song similar to this, right?

Anyway, this dream appears to have Hollywood potential.

I think it might be "we all gather at Pitt Rivers..." ;)

[franksolich]

I think it might be "we all gather at Pitt Rivers..."

Given the way I'm always vulnerable to misinterpreting what I'm "hearing," you may very well be right, sir.

However, for some reason the Bostonian Drunkard isn't among the Obamaite primitives.

The last time I dreamed about the Bostonian Drunkard, I was actually dreaming about something innocent and harmless, and pop! the Bostonian Drunkard came into it.

I immediately awoke, and found that one of the cats sleeping on my chest had let loose with a big one.