Freudian Themes and Vikings

I meet a hippy lady at church. We are in an old valley surrounded by trees and old stone work.

We are singing the same old songs, but then the songs change and get weird. And I start to fly, up over the church and over cliffs. The vicar has old pagan practices. I meet a girl who is giving out communion. She is happy to see me. Its all in preparation for the final holocaust, though I don't know it.

I have something strapped to my back.

The changing room has big mirrors.

It also tells things about your life.

The women see me and say -

You have lots of feminine in your life. Its a strong force.


I see that the things I do are feminine things, and I relate on this level mostly.

This small guy comes to try and bum me. He is wearing a big fluffy costume.
I have to tell him that I am not gay, and have never been attracted to men. He can see that now. I also have to admit that I believe everyone is born bisexual.

I see that I have grown a lot of hair on my chest. It is thick and black and white. It is like a wolf's coat. I have wings strapped on my back.

These are what gets stuck when trying to escape from the prison at the end of the world, but because I am the last out, I see that its not all that bad. Indeed, the contrary- This is the change we have all been waiting for.

The utopia will be born from the atomic bomb.

I see a flower and trees, amazing eco-city-scapes, a dark looming cloud of destruction washes over. I say
"don't worry, its not what you think it is".

Now I meet some very pagan ladies. They want to dress me. I chuckle about having a big penis, so they show me a magazine which has amongst other curiosities, a picture of this fat man with a bizarre costume. Its like tissue paper is over his chest, and the same tissue paper makes a strange cock sock over his old worn out penis.

"is this what you want to wear" the women ask me/

"God no!" I exclaim.

One of the women knows what I really want. She takes my clothes of me and has sex with me. She is just a spirit, as when I ejaculate she disappears. I thought I was inside her but it turns out I was just blowing myself. Come is in my mouth, continually, like I had a limitless source of come that flowed out like a tap.

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Now I am back in the familiar landscape. Only there are lots of vikings around. They are all metal workers.

One who looks like a friend says
"it doesn't get better than this, this banging two bits of metal together".

"what about weaving two bits of metal together, or threading two bits of metal together?" I humbly ask her.

"hmm....." there's  a lot of nodding and agreement. "yes, that would be better" she says.

I like the vikings, despite their intimidating strength.