To give a context to this dream, I have to mention something that occured when I was awake. I was hanging out with a friend, J.C. last nite and he told me about a movie he had seen in which there was a Jesus figure and a Judas figure that are born every generation. They don’t know it, only that they have “powers” and they each try and kill one another. Once one of these two dies, all the memories come flooding back to the one still living. Interesting concept.

My subconscious seemed to think so as well.

I was going out clubbing with a group of friends. I had finally cut up that Nintendo shirt of mine and we looked good. They weren’t anyone I know in real life, but there was a skinny, gangly sort of boy who I was closer to in the group. We were taking the subway to this place, when suddenly these men in uniforms stormed the train. I know immediately they’ve come to kill me, but I’m not sure why. I grab the friend’s hand and run.

Jump.

Somehow I’ve come in legion with a group of people that are trying to protect me, the Mary figure. I’m pregnant in an invisible way. The idea of a baby sleeps inside me, waiting for a certain hour on a certain day for my stommach to balloon out and Jesus to come out screaming and crying, then grow just as suddenly into a man. There have been prophecies aboutt his for years. I’m petrified. I’m petrified for my life, the life of Roger (who has only been dubbed that because he reminds me of the character in His Dark Materials), I’m worried about the life of my child, I’m worried about being pregnant and dying. The time is drawing near and the Judas family is desperately trying to eliminate the threat before it even appears. I complain that I don’t even believe in God. Roger stays with me, desperately trying to protect me. Someone within the Jesus family is a betrayer. It’s minutes before the birth. He tried to lure me somewhere that isn’t safe, and somehow I know. I grab Roger’s hand and run. They appear with guns and nearly kill us, but we find sactuary once more. My stommach begins to grow at an alarming rate. I’m screaming I’m crying and..

It’s done.
It’s years later, and I’m pregnant for real. Someone’s baby is taking shape inside me, and I’ve only just found out. I’m food shopping, minding my own business when they grab me. Two men hold me down and give me a needle with a drug to make me unconscious. This only allows me to leave my body and see every terrible second as the woman aborts my child that I barely had. A minute and it’s gone.

I wake up what only can be hours later. I scream The Bride’s scream. Then I realize what’s going on. There’s more to this prophecy that we never imagined. Judas is trying to eliminate me again. The not-so-virgin Emily and her fatherless Jesus baby are in danger.

I get in my car and drive, warning all my friends of something bad. It’s nite by time I get to Rob’s haus. He has some sort of harem of drunken girls playing in his driveway. They’re drawing hopscotch boards with chalk, they’re lying on the hard blackness stroking eachother. They’re spinning, giggling, drunk and confused. I recognize a few from high school. I ask her where Rob is, and she points in through the garage to tell me he’s sleeping. I walk in and attempt to gently wake up. But apparently he was only faking because his eyes fly open and he pulls me to him in a kiss. I give him a birthday gift and he smiles his girl charmer smile. I begin to warn him but he’s too occupied with trying to undress me. I’m begining to get desperate, almost hysterical as he shushes me gently and kisses my shoulder.

The alarm clock radio screams its’ static hiss.