I was wandering the outskirts of a shoreline late one evening, with concrete docks and benches out at sea. until i stumbled upon a small gas station supposedly an hour away from my home
as i bought various groceries and went for checkout, i was greeted by an old former friend whom i have not spoken to for nearly a decade.
who was before shorter than I, now towered over me.
regardless he did not spoke to me. and inspite of my attempts at interractions he left with someone else.
I finished with buying groceries until i came upon a museum of sorts, a free walk in museum with spears at display from the entrance.
However, as i approached the museum was quickly closed right before me, as it had gotten darker outside as night was soon to begin.
I decided to have a drink at one of the park benches located by the concrete docks, where my former friend resided in one, not to interrupt him i went on my own bench.
Surprisingly, This small town's inhabbitance all came to the benches at shore, including the gas station vendor, the museum holder, and what i can recall as someone dressed as a catholic priest.
soon after, my former friend approached me, and we had a talk, mainly on how he ended up becoming so tall so sudden.
He explained to me he got Limb lengthening surgery, and how he had made "Connections" to afford such a thing. i recall scoffing at his decision, noting him of the risks associated with such surgeries. to which he reassured me with not feeling anything wrong so far.
and so we began to talk about ghost stories, one of which i remember in detail.
It was of two women aboard a boat that suddenly went missing. The local town would always refer to such ships and how they sunk, but since the boat disappeared without a trace, the headline only displayed the ship's name "Fukoshima".
an investigation was launched, but no signs of the boat was ever found.
a year later, the boat suddenly appeared with the women completely fine. the ship was burnt at one end, but the women seemed no different from the year prior in which they vanished. and they had no recollection of what had occured or of their time spent gone.
some theories say the boat had gone through some form of dimension only to come back, while others say the boat and the women never existed in the first place.
i remember being quite found of this "ghost story", i take a liking towards ocean mysteries, especially those of the deep or of ship at sea going lost only to suddenly reappear years later.
and as it seemed i was about to enjoy this early night, a heart throbbing sensation grew, the feeling of a heartbeat going throughout my body, not mine, but something else entirely. and i could feel something else throb alongside the heart.
i looked to my right, and there before my eyes... POPE FRANCIS WITH A PREDATORY GAZE!
i was at shock, the Fucking Pope of all things in this late evening in this shoreline sitting to my side giving me the rape look while likely having a boner in his robes?
after having caught him to my side, he stepped down from his... rather Perverse inspection of me, and so greeted me in an attempt to change subject.
despite that man having rather dark ties and shady doings with shadowy people, and his creeping glare the moment prior, i bowed in respect of his authority. but made sure to quickly raise myself In the event he tries catching me from behind.
shortly after encountering the pope, my dream ended as i woke up surprisingly aware despite the early morning.
perhaps it was the Pope's Rape Stare...