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transient_orange ([personal profile] transient_orange) wrote2006-12-14 10:23 pm
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In order to understand this post - you really need to go to my journal. That will show you what the rest of his post is about...


The layout is one of the new pre-made things that paid users can get. I saw the penguins and I knew, they were speaking to me...

Okay, yeah, I'm crazy. I used to write stories and junk all the time, and since I haven't, I have really vivid dreams - one of them had penguins and strange powers bestowed upon their chosen, or the ones that knew the truth.

I woke up that morning, looked at E and said, "I just had the strangest dream."

He raised an eyebrow, "What was this one?"

I thought for a moment, and the phrase that sub-titles my journal left my mouth.

"Because I knew the truth about the penguins, I was a danger to society."

"You've made my day, that was the best thing I've ever heard!" He exclaimed at me.

The dream started with a pamphlet on the floor of a place I haven't been in five years. I picked it up and glanced at the front page. I stuffed it in my pocket and proceeded to walk home. My home was a sky-rise apartment building. I walked in and got into the elevator. When the doors close, I looked through the pamphlet. I can't tell you what exactly happened, but I saw a killer whale trying to eat a siamese penguin - but it was more like siamese sextuplet penguin. The came apart as the whale kept at them until one Penguin stood triumphant at the top of ice floe or iceberg. It was safe, it was a survivor. Then suddenly I knew that all hell had broken loose. I was in danger, because I knew the truth. I got out of the elevator and sat in the hall for a moment, overwhelmed with all of the knowledge I just gained - both the truth and the danger I was in.

I heard them running up the stairs. I knew I couldn't go in my apartment, I panicked and somehow managed to melt into the wall. O_o They knocked on all the doors and killed all my neighbors that were home. (This part was very Matrix/Agent Smith style stuff.)

Needless to say I spent from that point until I woke up melting into walls, walking through walls and becoming part of pictures. And all the times the penguins are on my mind - because I know the truth.

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