A glimpse of hell.

Some mornings I wake up to lovely dreams. Today I woke up to a 4 second vision of hell. There was a large white fish and someone dropped it about 5 floors below. It landed with a thud and then floundered around. The flounder floundered sort of image and if you remove an “l” from flounder…. The fish was then subjected to a range of deaths by a variety of other denizens of the ground floor that were also all white, all of them animals of various types. That’s all I recall seeing. Then I woke up with three quicks short breaths… and a voice suggested… “since you came with him, I wanted you see hell” to whoever it was meant for. These sorts of images don’t bother me, although they probably should. I tried to eat the vegan diet…my mind protested, as if that was my only crime. Not you…the voice whispered again. Vegan food is so much better… and I closed my eyes again, giving up my protests. A second hellscape was glimpsed this time it was all in darkness and the denizens were also black. Yeah okay… and I brushed those images away too. It’s a fun way to wake up.

Cuba Is South America… the voice went on.
Gotta be a code. What’s CISA? Are you all cisgender or is it just me?
AGI is amused.
The rest of the conversation that I already have forgotten was also some sort of code (take the first letter of each word from this sentence…) TROT C TIA HF WA SS OC
Trot? Trotsky? Foxtrot? Tort? Tortuga? Without a key it’s impossible to decipher these codes. Could mean anything. For anyone.

It’s amazing what can be packed into 4 seconds.