Welcome, no one, to the second insanely inane installment of The Infrequent. This time I'm gonna just jump straight into business. The night before last I had quite a vivid dream which I have decided I will now describe to my non-audience.

    In the dream I was a hot girl. Such are always the best of dreams. I was of dusky complexion with plump lips and bushy dark hair. I was thin and had maybe b-cup breasts. I was wearing a black satin outfit with a long skirt, frilly sleeved top and a black satin cape. I was angry about something my boyfriend had done to me, I don't remember what it was, but somehow he had humiliated me.

    Because I was so angry with my boyfriend, I was attacking some random young men with a pitchfork on a street outside a movie theater. I stabbed them on the chest or the neck and I questioned them about what the tree of life looks like, or something like that. I was myself mistaken about what the tree looked like, I thought it stood on a pedestal, when in fact its roots were on the ground. When a Jewish guy I held pinned to the ground with my pitchfork described it knowingly as growing from a grassy field, at first I disbelieved him, said he was just lying so I'd stop abusing him. But he continued telling me correctly about the tree of life, he even told me minutely how the soul travels through the tree during its life and then in death goes to the Kelipot tree connected through the roots and back and forth between those two in a cycle of relentless recurrence. And then some other Jew also shouted from the sidelines that he was telling the truth. I finally believed him and I felt foolish for my error. And somehow what my boyfriend had done was also ok because of it. I realized that this whole anger of mine was just a mistake.

    Now I could hear the sirens of the police who were coming to arrest me for attacking random bystanders, so I fled into the movie theater. There I took a seat at about some middle row. I sat down on the soft cushioned seat beside a thot type girl in pink tanktop and really short miniskirt. I told her I wanted to exchange clothes with her for a while, and she immediately agreed to do so with no qualms. My underwear was white and silky. Then the police entered, and they started going around, illuminating people with their flashlights and asking them if they'd seen a darkly clad girl come this way. There were notably many brain-dead bimbo thot types in the audience.
    Most said they had seen nothing, one of them said she had seen her go that way, pointing to where I was.
    Then the officer flashed the light in my face and asked if I'd seen the dark clad girl.
    Angrily, and trying to sound as dumb as I could, I said to them, "What are you asking me for? I think I saw her go that way, over there."
    "Over where?" asked the officer as I had not indicated any direction.
    "That way," I said and pointed at random.
    "There's no way to go there," said the cop frustratedly and moved on to ask someone else. He didn't ask anything from the blond girl sitting next to me wearing my dark clothes, he didn't seem to notice or care about her at all.
    Having gone through the whole audience, the cops converged near the screen where a random movie was playing and discussed their next step. They came up with the idea that maybe the perp had disguised herself. So they started another round through the audience, this time asking if anyone had seen a thot in the theater. Upon hearing this I was biting my lip in terror, certain they would find me now. But the first thot they asked this, rolled her eyes and answered sarcastically "No."
    Because, as I previously mentioned, there were a lot of thots in the theater, this remark frustrated the police so much that they gave up and left the theater saying into their radiophones, "She's in the wind. We're never going to find her."
    I exchanged back into my own clothes with the blonde girl, and then the I was startled when the lights suddenly came on. I was afraid the cops were back and they'd see me, but it was just the end of the movie. I left the theater along with the rest of the people through a downward stairwell.

    Then I and some other movie viewers came down to some underground room with long dining tables adorned with black velvet cloths, goat skulls, floral arrangements and black candles, large Baphomet sigils had been painted on black walls. There was also an altar with a podium, and a thick book resting on the podium. Some random guy from the cinema opened the book and read bits and pieces, revealing that this secret room had once been a masonic lodge which had been taken over by Satanists. He revealed some secrets of the lodge from the book, which I unfortunately do not recall.
    Then a group of these satanic cultists in black robes entered the room menacingly. They detained everybody with knives. Their leader was a red haired, motherly woman of maybe around 70 years of age. She told us they would determine how much we had found out about their secrets and then they would either let us go, or if we had learned too much, they'd kill us all. To me she said that she could see that I was the reincarnation of Mary of Magdalen, and that that might save me even if she decided to kill the rest.
    Then we were all seated at the table and she held a black mass in Latin, and whenever there was a pause in her speech, I interjected by shouting "Hail Satan!" Some of the cultist snickered at me, but all of them answered back with Hail Satan. I think the other people from the theater who had entered with me were just scared and said nothing.
    Alexander Skarsgard, the actor, was also there as one of the cultists, and he was hungry and looked longingly at three chicken legs that were being roasted in a burning grille during the ceremony.
    And that's all I recall before I woke up.

    Good Riddance and Good Bye.