The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

I was born tonight
I've had a hard time leaving this town
I've been losing everything that I've found
I'm gonna search the sky, kiss the ground
Build it up and tear it back down...

I often sit about and wonder about the deep underlying meanings of the messages contained within the dreams that I am fortunate enough to remember. These days I do not recall many of my dreams for it seems as if I only remember those dreams that occur on days when I am allowed to awaken when I'm good and ready to do so. This is a rare occasion these days. I seem to have quite a few about specific houses in specific locations that I have never been, but this is not about those dreams...

This weekend I had two that I remember though it could've actually been one dream with two separate themes. I'm not quite sure...

Dream number one or the beginning of the dream: I am back at a former residence and my brother is there. It is snowing heavily and we are shoveling snow from the sidewalk. When we finish we go through the tornado doors (I'm not sure what the proper name for this style of door is being they were two large metal doors close to the ground that led to stairs that went to the basement, but we always called them tornado doors or the bomb shelter take you pick) and the basement is filled with snow and ice maybe six inches high. So we go to work shoveling though we had some trouble with the stairs leading up to the house for they were entirely encased in ice. This dream held little in the way of a deeper meaning and a need for me to discover the inner truth that lies within my soul...

But then we come to dream number two or what may have been the end of a multipart dream. I am stand out on a street or road or a trail, it is really hard to know for sure because there were no landmarks to give me an indication of where I was, just me facing a blank white canvas knowing that I was standing upon something hard and substantial. In front of me is standing a lone man wearing a robe and sandals. He seems middle age and yet seems as if he is out of his time like he is centuries from where he should be. I know his name, and this strikes me as odd that I would know this fact. His name is Matthew. We stare at each other for a bit of time in a sort of curious way and yet we both know that something will happen. He says to me, "It is up to you to save the people." And with that I woke in a startled fashion from my sleep...

Now, Matthew as in St. Matthew of Bible fame speaking directly to me has me wondering about this existence. Is this a sign from above? Or is this my brain just trying to tell me something that I should have in the forefront of my mental processes? And in either case, why St. Matthew?

I do have a couple of theories about these things, but at the moment I shall not place them in the public domain for there are some folks that already consider me eccentric at the very least and some consider me far worse than that. Anyhoo, I have reach the end of all the typing I can do at this point in the history of the universe though I know for a fact that whence I have more time to actually type something substantial I shall for that is what I do and I can do it so well...

And it is up to me to save the people...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...