In the water again, just a normal day of him being naked and trying to find his place.
Where and why? i need to save him!
Conscience
What’s that rubber sound?
Knaldemand is at home, enjoying the pleasures of life. His room smells
of whiskey and beer, but there is something salty in the air as well.
He is not alone.
He doesn’t know if he is doin something wrong, not even the angel
appears screaming in agony on the floor.
His female companion doesn’t complain, neither did the lamb just few
minutes earlier. His collection of bras are watching, the pink one is
a favourite. Even when the angel looks away, the bras follow every
move of Knaldemand. The bottle of oil was still there, waiting for
it’s purpose.
When the angel appeared, he didn’t know if he should stop or just keep
on going, he really didn’t know what to do. But the angel keeps on
screaming, making life difficult for Knaldemand,
Who is this angel and what is he doing in my room?
Is he going to steal my collection of bras?
I hope not!
Maybe it’s just a regular mid week dream for Knaldemand.
Hester spiser ikke fisk.
He’s hungry.
So very hungry.
He’s been eating grass but that feeling of hunger isn’t going away. It is like the grass isn’t enough anymore. That he needs something else to sate his hunger.
Something meaty.
So he goes out to find something meaty to eat. But where can he find such a thing?
The forest sounds like a good place to start looking. He has no idea why he thinks that but he trusts his instincts. His instincts has served him well in the past.
So off into the forest he goes. To find some meaty food. Maybe a cat or a fish. A catfish perhaps.
He doesn’t really care what he finds to eat, just as long as he will stop being hungry.
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Basic lost knaldemand
While waking up bathing in Icelandic volcano ash he runs around trying to find him self.
He is hungry…
Woke up this morning bathing in Icelandic Ash…
Still wondering what he needs to do and where to go.
…he is naked again.
There’s More to Life Than This…
He think’s that he want’s to become a Buffalo Soldier!
Not an Avakian! Maybe just a bad dream…
He still wonders about his first dream, was it a human dream… What was the name of the girl that he woke up with. Why? He only remembers the cold, soft mud of horse shit. Still in the dreams, he wonders what he will need to feed himself tomorrow.
He dreamt he went on a trip to some faraway island where the wind was cold and the landscape barren and inhospitable. He felt like he had been there before with the wind blowing over the black desert sands and the biting cold on its furry face and bare body.
It all felt comforting. He felt like he belonged there, that this is where he was supposed to be.
He found an old stable that looked abandoned. As he went inside it a flood of memories surged forward. Memories of being taken care of, shoed, and combed. Memories of being ridden outside on fields of green grass and desert roads.
He missed it.
As he was reliving those memories she walked in.
She was so beautiful as she stood there in the doorway looking at him. With out a word she saddled him up, put shoes on his hands and feet and took him out for a ride.
They rode across fields of green grass and desert roads. Under waterfalls and over rivers of ice. It was glorious and how he wished it would last forever.
Then he woke up.
It had a dream. It isn’t used to dreams. At least not these kinds of dreams.
Human dreams.
Before, It would dream about green meadows, of being ridden around, of things that had happened.
Not anymore.
Now It dreams about things that might happen, imaginary things. Things that can’t happen in the waking world. Impossible things.
Like being pregnant.
It had a dream that It was pregnant. It was just prancing around, with it its pregnant belly out for all to see. It was weird, being pregnant, but it also felt good.
It felt right.
It felt like the Waking world is the wrong world and that in the Dreaming It can be right, It can be whole. Whole with its pregnant belly and green hair.
It wonders if maybe It has had it wrong all along. That the Dreaming is the Waking and the Waking is the Dreaming.
It shakes that thought away. It can’t be. It remembers going to sleep and dreaming about being pregnant. It has to be a dream. It has to.
Because if this is the Dreaming then what is the dream It just had?
