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Dream | Oct 18 2005

I stand outside a department store where four mechanical flagellants are thrashing on the ground. Earlier I was talking with one of the salepeople in the store who told me, apropos of nothing, that I reminded of her of two people, neither of whom she knows. The flagellants are huge, at least fifteen feet tall, and are turning from side to side while making moaning sounds. As I watch them writhe in simulated pain, a young punk comes along and grabs some cardboard from the ground and starts tearing it into tiny pieces. Evidently he finds the flagellants as disgusting as I do. This lifts my spirits and makes me realize that there are beautiful things in the world, I need only open my eyes to see them.