Mar. 15, 2020

THIS WAY MADNESS LIES.

We live in a strange world.

The illusions become weirder with my medications.

Today I awoke from a vivid dream, so graphically realistic that maybe awakening is the dream.

A nun, dressed in the usual flapping penguin costume, entered my circle of light. I was lolling on a chaise long. It seemed to be in Louis XV style. She carried a strangely shaped cushion in her outstretched arms. It was covered in light brown silk. I was immediately erotically attracted to it, but extremely concerned that I might scratch the silk as she handed it to me.

I waited lustfully till she retreated into the surrounding blackness. As I excitedly prepared to do whatever one might do with it, which was unclear, I awoke. Frustrated I surveyed the cushions on the sofa. None seemed even slightly attractive.

In my waking world, Simone the Parrot seems to be considering Catholicism. After her breakfast she likes to watch her favorite TV shows. She prefers cartoons about teddy bears, Poco Yo narrated by Stephen Fry and dancing pink elephants. We have to avoid anything with nasty wolves, sharks and cats, or she squawks the house down.

Today Netflix was not working on her TV, so the Sunday religious programs were on. We assumed she would be bored. Wrong! She seemed mesmerized by the green vestments and hand gestures of the priest. He led the ceremony in a baroque church full of gilded statues and singing devotees. Maybe we should book her some catechism lessons.