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Chasing Satan
Jan. 4th, 2025 06:53 amI dreamed we were chasing the devil across land and sea. The devil in this case was portrayed by actor Steve Buscemi, in high camp style, with a mustache and all the accoutrements: red horns, pitchfork, red cape, although he would sometimes doff these in preference of a fedora.
We met with hundreds of other people in what seemed like a large barn. Christians of various denominations, people of myriad other faiths, all sitting at tables with white tablecloths, as a convention. There was a coordinated reading of the old rite of exorcism from the 1600s. My son, sitting next to me, was asked to read a part of it, handed a microphone. He read well, but then the next speaker was from far across the building, and nobody at our table could hear.
A group of boys dressed like scouts came rushing in, bearing antique muskets and blunderbuss and wearing headbands with feathers in them. On the headbands were cards with an insignia: a weathered gravestone with a death's head. They were here searching for the devil, but he had already fled the premises.
We got on a plane to scour the area from the skies. It turned out, however, that the devil was on the plane. Indeed, he was the pilot, and set it to fly straight up in the air until it ran out of fuel. The angle was so steep we all crashed to the rear of the plane, pinned, unable to move. The devil, on th other hand, sauntered out gaily and tipped his fedora at me. I was angry and flailed at him, but was unable to do any damage. He leaped from the plane and into the night.
We met with hundreds of other people in what seemed like a large barn. Christians of various denominations, people of myriad other faiths, all sitting at tables with white tablecloths, as a convention. There was a coordinated reading of the old rite of exorcism from the 1600s. My son, sitting next to me, was asked to read a part of it, handed a microphone. He read well, but then the next speaker was from far across the building, and nobody at our table could hear.
A group of boys dressed like scouts came rushing in, bearing antique muskets and blunderbuss and wearing headbands with feathers in them. On the headbands were cards with an insignia: a weathered gravestone with a death's head. They were here searching for the devil, but he had already fled the premises.
We got on a plane to scour the area from the skies. It turned out, however, that the devil was on the plane. Indeed, he was the pilot, and set it to fly straight up in the air until it ran out of fuel. The angle was so steep we all crashed to the rear of the plane, pinned, unable to move. The devil, on th other hand, sauntered out gaily and tipped his fedora at me. I was angry and flailed at him, but was unable to do any damage. He leaped from the plane and into the night.
