I had a dream that gasoline was only $1 a gallon. Sadly, I still couldn’t afford to buy gas.
I’m going to find this ironic to say, considering how this is all about a god of chaos of all beings however, this chaotic run around about how a nightmare equals reality. Yes, okay, dreams can be a way for the divine to talk, per se however…dreams are also the subconscious’ way of talking to you….
I dreamt that I broke into a McDonalds to use the kitchen and make myself a burger. I even cleaned up. I did this twice in my dream and the second time I set off the alarm on my way out. For some reason every cop in town was looking for the person who set of the alarm as if I was some major fugitive. I never did so much walking/running in my life.
This is what happens when you fall asleep while digesting a cheeseburger…
It was about this man.
James Moriarty, The Consulting Criminal.
I saw him and said “I know who you are. You are Moriarty. You are a super villain. Your super power is your genius”.
He looked at me and said, “You’re not that ordinary, are you?”
And then we became some sort of criminal underworld power couple….