The other night IMD, I encountered a wicker chaise lounge with a bunch of dusty skulls attached to it, and it identified itself as the dark god of treasure and death--the central skull was a cow skull (I don't think it was a goat). Anyway, there were a bunch of conveyor belts, and treasure, and crushing mechanisms to pulverize stuff. There were people on the conveyor belts (including myself) and they were trapped, bound, and weighed down by gold chains and doubloons and chalices, etc., and chutes leading from conventional reality would open up and dump treasure on them. I woke up just before being crushed. All things considered, it was pretty peaceful. There was a deafening silence. What's up with that? What am I trying to tell myself IMD?
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