Saturday, November 18, 2006

bloody orgy

there are the dreams you remember for the rest of your life, and then the ones that scare you and make you question whether you are a so-called "sane" person.

i come into a storefront, selling anything at all (the details are fuzzy) and i begin talking to this man inside. he tells me of a cult who take the paganist rituals of old Celtic and Gaelic tradition and re-interpret them in modern day america. we walk outside and the sky turns to a burnt orange glow. People are acting strange. i continue to hear the stories of this cult. the have their own secret alphabet. they worship certian gods, but it is mostly an indulgence in sex. they take sacrifices and perform grotesque acts. the scene cuts to a man dressed up in animal hide performing anal sex with blood and guts dripping everywhere. he is joined by others. cut back to the street. apparently this has spread everywhere, from after hours business men clubs to college fraternities (i attribute this to something akin to Eyes Wide Shut) they become crazed like demons. they drink a brew, a tea, brewed from the bark of a tree found in the northerwestern islands if europe, the British Isles. Gaelic, Celtic traditions which were shunned by later christian monks who came with the roman empire. the push of Catholicism by medieval monks was the one saving grace to end these diabolic acts. the knowledge of the tea vanished and so did the cult. (scene of monks in black hoods chanting and ending the threat of the pagan cult.

the man continues to explain that the irish embraced catholicism due to the forbidden participation in these cults. for hundreds of years, near millennia, the cult was suppressed by the church. but modern-day information has brought back the knowledge of the tree bark, of deranged orgies, bloody....a lot of blood and animals. (cut to a scene of more bloody orgies, but in caves and caverns light by torches......reminds me of Hellraiser scenes) the man then says he is an anthropologist who has learned about this through extensive research. he is trying to stop the spread of this cult. i am now part of his quest. cut to the future where we are infiltrating into the caverns. yet, are you to prevent this, or participate? (think back to Lovecraft's ficiton) i am dressed in animal skins. i have drank the tea. and the feeling is one indescribable. terror, dread, pure evil. i rush to a dagger and kill myself before becoming under the full influence of the sinister traditions........saving myself from inner primal rage.

does single malt scotch, brewed in these northern islands, have anything to do with this dream i've been afflicted with?

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