Munmun(84)

“Puppyneck, calling for Prayer,” said Puppyneck.

“One moment please,” said the secretary, we waited a moment.

My sis’s tired voice asked, “So, can I talk to my brother finally, or should I rip up the contracts.”

Puppyneck’s finger nudged me.

“Hi sis,” I said.

“Ohmygod,” yelled my sis. “Warner are you okay? That’s most important, tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” my voice said.

“Bro, are you sure?” she asked. “You don’t sound okay.”

“I’ll be fine,” I lied.

“You’re sure,” she said again.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Okay, okay, ohthankgod, Warner, thankgod,” she said, and started babbling, said some stuff about how it’s fine what we’re about to do, she’s been thinking about it and it’s okay to wreck Dreamworld for a while, it will make people more present in the world that matters, no longer dream all the time but take more action and responsibility for their lives, it’s really forthebest.

I couldn’t really listen, had to interrupt after a while.

“Sis,” I told her. “Let’s just make some stupid munmun.”





VII.

KINGKONG





DREAMWORLD


Now I live in the carpety middleroom, am only alive at night.

My day is, wake up, crack eyes open and squeeze back shut, moan and groan quietly, just lie there for a few hours exhausted like a corpse.

Finally sit up, fall out of bed, stretch, work out, lift weights, do runs, pushups, pullups, yogas.

Eat fruits and nuts, sip sterile middlewater, Dream Division brings me trays.

Smoke weeds, swallow pillslivers, begin preparing to dream insanely, drugs make my dreams berserk, infact the first few nights in my new home I needed drugs to dream at all, fall alltheway asleep.

Read random parts of the superbible of the Church of the Lord King God, let the chemicals seep wildly into the teachings.

Sometimes play shootemups but mostly read the superbible.

Work out again, eat another meal, take more drugs, begin to get woozy.

Slip into bed and wait for sleep to come.

? ? ?

And at night I lay waste to Dreamworld as a Pissedoff Angel of the Lord King God.

Everynight now Dreamworld is one huge gutterzone, one big hellscape.

“The bigs and middles have treated littles toobad for toolong,” I preach from the thundering air, “The Regent Master Emperor Boss God is just freaking out, He’s so disappointed and bummed, He literally replaced the sky with a drippy caveceiling, now you must live underground always, in an evil caveforest.”

Every awfull thing I dream, the dreamers help me, their fear takes over and multiplies it, I dream a groaning forest and they fill it with the wild witchy dead, clawing out of the ground and air.

“The Divine President And See Ee Oh has had enough of your sins and selfishnesses,” I tell every dreamer, “does it not say right there in the freaking superbible that eagerness for munmuns leads you away from the righteous path, well guesswhat, sinners, honesttogod spacealiens are spraying the planet with pestysides now.”

The pestyside fog is a sevenfoot sea, poor dreamers are leaping and surfacing like dollfins, trying to get a breath, hard to leap when your legs are lockedup or rubbery though, meanwhile upabove the beaky spacevultures swoop lower and lower, belching screams.

“You didn’t listen when the Lord King God warned you that munmuns will pierce your heart with griefs,” I boom, “now you’re roasting like a pelican in a hot bright bad littleroom, it has a trapdoor so you can leave anytime, but the door only takes you to somewhere worse, how’s that for a freaking dilemma, rage is making the Lord King God do some pretty messedup stuff rightnow.”

The broiling dreamers can’t help themselves, they throw the trapdoor open, fall down into the exactsame room but worse, hotter, smaller, roast harder, die faster, freak out and jump through the next trapdoor, it’s even worse, even hotter, maybe filled with boiling muds, et set set setera, textbook gutterbuilding technique.

Pretty soon some people became harder to reach, some zones of Lossy Indica became more quiet, faraway, blanketwrapped.

Surenough, in Lifeanddeathworld the bigs and riches began to take solodream.

Ads for solodream were everywhere apparently, the Dream Division made stylish beautifull vids explaining that religious maniacs have taken over Dreamworld, it’s such a shame but what can you do, the enlightened intelligent dreamer is taking solodream these days so as not to be terrorized by godfull lunatics.

In neighborhoods of bigs and middles, solodream was flying off the shelves, munmuns poured into the accounts of Solodream Sleepmeds and Faceboy Industries.

In Dreamworld I began to attack these cloudy districts, the houses where the dreamers tried to turn themselves to ghosts.

Focus on the lonely disappearers, grab hold before they vanish. Rip away the soloblankets from around them, pull them back to the fiery ponds and fangy rains.

In Lifeanddeathworld dreamers complained to their farmassists, hey buddy what the heck, my solodream’s not working some nights, isn’t it supposed to be neverfail, foolproof, whatgives.

But Dream Division paid the farmassists to shrug and say, these religious terrorists are just superstrong, but dontworry, our scientists are working roundtheclock on stronger drugs to keep people out of your dreams, meantime can I hook you up with a higher dose.