Genesis Redux

I did take cold pills. Really.

I guess that's my only excuse for this dream, which I'm going to tell you about. I actually don't remember any visuals, no sounds, no smells, nothing. The only thing I can recall, with searing clarity, is the sentence that was rolling around in my head when I came to consciousness.

It seemed really important, like a message from a higher being trying to impart an important aspect of reality to a lesser being (me) trapped on the mortal plain. When I woke, I felt this burning need to quickly write it down in my dream journal (which I totally don't have) so that I would never forget it.

And what was this message? This dire communication that was so important it needed to transcend the land of the unconscious and blast its way into the land of the living?

Percy, The Lord's Mold.

Yeah, I wish I was kidding.

That's what was "so pressing" for my brain that it needed to wake me up from a dead sleep earlier this week.

My friends were trying to parse it (were you talking to Percy? Are you introducing the Mold? To whom? Are you commanding someone to go and get the Mold?) but I knew immediately the meaning behind the message:

Percy was the name of the Mold, the Mold was actual mold (like you find on a tree outside, or in an unclean shower), and it was the Lord's (yes, that Lord) favorite.

You'd think this would've been covered in Genesis, but I understand that there were size constraints and page limits. Maybe God was busy, and is just now going back to "fill-in-the-blanks-of-Genesis" with a long list of his favorite flora, fauna, fish, etc.

Scary. But totally plausible.

I hope when he gets to mammals we make the cut.

I'll keep you posted.

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