Raging Fits of Happiness

The things that light my soul on fire.

‘Tis But a Dream

on December 26, 2014

I was living in a two story house in what seemed like it could have been California. I was dating Hank Moody of Californication, as well as being there for his daughter Becca. Considering our age gap was smaller than hers and Hank’s, she connected with me as a friend as well as respected me as a female role model. We went on a walk and met several people I know over by another building in the concrete jungle. Everyone took a seat on the ground or otherwise. We were talking and then, all of a sudden, we heard a very guttural growl coming from Becca. It sounded like she was holding in gas but it wouldn’t end well. So I made a beeline and called everyone else towards me so hopefully she didn’t get too embarrassed, but then we all heard it. She had to have messed herself and she’s 12. Hank and I looked at each other and I ran back to the house, which was now an apartment, to get some new clothes and something to clean her up. She got back up to the apartment and got cleaned up and I was standing near the window. There was a man on the radio talking about a rift opening up in the sky, and I noticed what I thought was a peculiar cloud, but it wasn’t, as well as a couple weird flying objects. The rift looked like someone put a needle with a knotted string through it and pulled down. I looked down and saw about ten angels and ten demons floating above a parking lot as Becca came closer to me. I got her and Hank to look at what was happening and then people were gathering but the angels and demons formed a line and started looking for something. They came into our building. They entered our apartment, and one of them looked at me and said, “Good job. Keep doing what you’re doing,” and he floated away. I’m not sure if I became lucid at that point and started flying a little bit, or if I woke myself up, but I think both happened.


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