The Night-Before

Narrated claim of pronounced visions of other-worldly consciousness felt by a cliched American capitalist with a reading in decimals.

A superstitions yarn about inventions in the capitalist consciousness. 

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I was spending a nice summer's eve at my retreat-house and thought about my $15M earnings on Wall-St. during the 2009 mini-crash when a fireworks event changed my consciousness for Selfie-commentary culture readings in incomplete-distances thoughts for metaphysics and paranoia. Follow along.

Everything was quite-nice, and I felt quite-normal, but then something happened. First, I wondered if my readings/education in fortune and capitalism had somehow naturally ingrained in me special senses for superstitions and hallucinations about elves and faeries and leprechauns and Martians all seeking some hand in a universe poker-game of chance and profit-ambitiousness, and I was drunk entertaining these circus-thoughts about random crossings in fortune-brains exchanges, but these thoughts then suddenly came to life in my retreat house while I was merely enjoying the night darkening skies by my pool and preparing a Selfie-post about my real estate.

The first 'specter' that came-to-life from my drunken meanderings was some kind of nymph angel beauty woman, a mystery lady with dark blue hair and searing gaze and a whispering romantic voice, which required in me some special 'reaction' for love or hate. I didn't know what to think but that she was some casino/contest muse for rewards-feelings for my great fortune, and I wanted to embrace her or cast her in some reflection art-storyboard on social media, perchance about anime-bureaucracy (damn).

The second 'specter' was a dragon. I thought it was a Martian or the Devil himself, come to contact me to make some 'examination' about my incomplete-lines to capitalism vanities or self-awareness (damn). I didn't know what to think, but by the time the dragon neared, my specter-muse lady-angel had somehow inexplicably vanished from-sight, and I wondered if this was some spirituality-test God was delivering unto me (wow). The dragon looked like a man-sized, or slightly-larger than man-sized, insect-reptile with menacing features, right out of American Homeland sci-fi horror media/art. If this was the Devil himself, did he seek to procure some morsel of humiliation, given my pronounced/cliched American-capitalist 'status' for a dodecahedrons class?

The dragon departed and I fainted. That evening, I had a rich dream-sleep vision in which I saw myself wandering through some carnival as a young-boy and enjoying some cotton-candy. When I woke, I decided to unwind my senses from that lucid vision-process in my night-before drunken 'status' with a hospitality-reading reflections world-exchanges symbolic (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate and thought about why/how faeries or dragons caught in the human soul a stranger feeling of incomplete-distances readings to the lengths/hair of pronounced Earth-realm darkness. I felt like Job himself.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)