2112 009

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The panda ambled past a small gnome and began to chew  
contendedly upon a clutch of sweet bamboo shoots.  The gnome  
promptly stood on its hands and sprayed the panda with the  
pungent contents of its monoxydil gland.  The panda, already  
furry as hell, paid no attention. 
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   ßß                              ßß   Volume I, File IX [110294] 
                                        Writer: Mephistopheles 

 
  It's a foregone conclusion that I'm not a very normal  
person.  I began to realize this in early 1994, when I had 
a week of extremely disturbing dreams.  I have a list of 
nine.. to give you an idea of what to expect, this is a  
table of contents as I commonly refer to them: 

   I. The Abortion Clinic Dream 
  II. Catholics 
 III. Parapalegic Warfare 
  IV. Exorcism/Double Gibson 
   V. People Full of Insects 
  VI. Santa Claus and the Mouse Witch 
 VII. At the Mall with a Spiked Club 
VIII. Stuffed Animal Assassination 
  IX. Piranha Happy Hour at the Local Nightclub 

 
Scared yet?  They'll probably be pretty short, because I  
don't intend to make them into stories - I'll tell them  
like I saw them, inconsistencies and all.  It was my habit 
to post the dreams in the message areas of my BBS as soon 
as I awoke, so I'm working both from text written while I  
was still 'there' and from memory, since I didn't write  
every detail.. so here's the first..  

  I. The Abortion Clinic Dream. 

  The first impression I had was of the clinic, and how 
spotless it was.  Everything was perfect. 
  Then I walked in, about 40, tall, thin, with short black  
hair, wearing a white lab coat and black glasses. 
  I knew upon sight that I was a good doctor.  The kind that  
instills confidence in you immediately.  Not just good..  
great.  I knew my business, and I knew it well. 
  I had made my appearance to talk to a woman and her 
daughter, the woman about 45, the daughter 16 or so, not 
yet visibly pregnant.  The daughter was pretty, as was her  
mother, but their faces were marked with worry.  They didn't  
know much about the procedure, so I suggested that we go  
discuss it.   
  As I said, I was a good doctor. 
  We went to a comfortable room that was made just for that 
purpose and sat around the table, reading pamphlets, and I 
made sure everyone was completely informed.  I felt very 
satisfied that I was doing such a good job - really adding 
something to the doctor/patient relationship. 
  After talking quietly for a while, the mother and daughter 
decided that she would go through with it, and I nodded, 
expressionless.  I would have felt the same if they had made 
another decision, and would have then referred them to  
adoption agencies or special foundations. 
  Instead, I guided the mother to the waiting room, and   
gently told her that it would be about 20 or 30 minutes. 
  The girl had changed into a scrub-blue gown, the kind 
that ties in the back, and was standing, looking nervous. 
  I took her to a room farther down the hall, telling her 
that this was the room where the procedure would take 
place. 
  I asked her to sit on the edge of the table, and she did. 
  I helped her put her feet and ankles in the stirrups,  
which were cold metal.  She gave a slight gasp at the  
shock of the uncomfortable exposed position and the cold on  
her legs. 
  I moved up the table to address her, again, considerately 
and gently, asking if she were alright, and if she were  
ready to go on.  She took a deep breath, and said yes. 
  I went to a metal drawer, and removed a speculum from the 
cloth on which it lay.  I returned to her and inserted it  
carefully, so she'd adjust with the minimum discomfort.   
When she was ready, I opened her up. 
  I then walked to a tank of cold, thick gel, removed a  
large white rat, and inserted it into her head-first. 
  Then I went to get a cup of coffee. 

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