In the following dream a dementor is literally raped by a Whomping Willow tree.
I'm at some sort of LAN party and people are playing a free-for-all first-person shooter. So I get on my computer and connect into the game.
Suddenly I am walking through some dark scenery, with building rubble and leafless trees around me. It is more like real life than a game. A guy sprays a volley of bullets at me from out of nowhere, so I retreat through the opening a large half-destroyed stone building, while throwing 3-4 grenades in my wake to discouage pursuit.
As I walk over the rubble/rocks of this half-destroyed building I realize there are dementors flying around, circling the building. I realize that this end of the "map" is highly dangerous and that's why everyone is actually choosing to fight on the other side of the map, where there are Whomping Willows (it turns out that dementors are afraid of Whomping Willows). Since I'd rather die in a gunfight than I my life sucked out by a dementor, I start making my way back to where I came from while detonating some "dementor grenades" on myself along the way (they only affect dementors). The dementors are trying to get to me, but they are repelled each time I detonate a dementor grenade.
Finally I make it back to safety and stand under a protective Whomping Willow. Alas, they are not designed to last forever, and after being pulled by a dementor, the tree begins to drift off into the air as if in a zero-gravity environment! Fortunately there is another, bigger Whomping Willow nearby. So I go stand under that one. One ambitious dementor tries to dislodge this tree as well, but fails miserably. The tree secures its branches around the dementor and reels it in.
All of a sudden the dementor has inexplicably transformed into an orange dinosaur/giraffe and the Whomping Willow was raping it doggy style. This comforted me because it meant the dementor would be unable to attack us. Then I woke up.
The end. Please feel free to add your own Freudian analyses.
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