Weird Dream(s)

[Miss Shelby]

I dreamt I died and went to Purgatory. There were many people there waiting to get to the other side of the door which I assume was Heaven. So I’d been there a while and all these other people who got there after I did were getting let in. So I said to the powers that be ‘when is my turn coming’. And they basically said ‘ hold your horses lady you were a real bitch’ . To which I responded ‘ that other girl was a bitch and she got in’ . A comment that sent me to the back of the line.

Intrigued, I ordered a book about Purgatory based on a nuns visions she had; a charism the church calls it and was very enlightened. Then basic thread throughout is that Love covers a multitude of sins.

[Sock Puppet]

So are you going to start with the Love, or do you figure you've still got some time left?

[Miss Shelby]

I think I’m gonna examine my motives and if pride is a driving force behind my behavior I’ll think twice before acting or speaking. The book talks about being humble a lot too

[LarsMac]

Hmmm. I have always hated Waiting Rooms."
Maybe they are basic training for later.
[sigh]

[lisarea]

I was tasked with locating and bullying Art Bell, the talk radio guy. After wandering around a while, I found him talking to some guy in some kind of atrium/lounge in a hotel or mall or something. So I came up behind him and told him I'd heard him talking shit about me before, and we needed to discuss this just me and him, so the other guy had to leave. I was lying. I just said that to get him alone and put him on the defensive so I could strongarm him into signing a non disclosure agreement about something. I forget what, though. Probably aliens or something.

I do not know what Art Bell actually looks like, but in this case he was like a nerdier, middle aged version of Andre Gregory, but 6'7" tall.

I got him in a car and was all acting like a mobster or something, and said we're going to go find somewhere to sit down and talk about this like adults. There were like five different African restaurants nearby, so I asked him if he liked African food. He said no, I told him he'd manage, and we went to a Sudanese place.

It just sort of fades there in the corner booth of a dimly lit little Sudanese restaurant, me being all tough and making threats, some more veiled than others, and Art Bell getting increasingly nervous as I pull out the contract.

I'm pretty cool like that, you guys.

[specious_reasons]

Originally Posted by lisarea

I do not know what Art Bell actually looks like, but in this case he was like a nerdier, middle aged version of Andre Gregory, but 6'7" tall.

I don't know about the height, but it's a fair comparison otherwise.