Dream - (Song: Don’t You Want Somebody to Love)
He read the date, Sept 7th, 1949. The headline was familiar and astounding. It had the effect that a beautiful half naked girl has on a train car full of work-weary joes. It was a super-real moment, a stab in the foot of attention. The headline read - Sept 7th, 1949. Adolf Hitler wins Nobel Peace Prize.
His ground breaking program designed to appease the jews and arabs middle east conflicts have ended a millenium old squabble. No longer do jew and arab see each other with enmity. “Finally, my eyes were opened to our essential brotherhood” said Menachim Begin, Special Envoy of the New Israeli Likud. “We owe a debt of gratitude to this greatest of statesmen.” Hitler, always gracious, offered this comment.- “This conflict owes its resolve to not just one mans efforts but was blessed with angels ears and the open heat that only humanity can express, bit is reflected in all creations beauty. We are blessed with a peace lit by divine light.” Hitlers rousing speech was heard by thousands of cheering citizens at Berlin Volks Platz and braodcast world wide on BBC radio. His words; a shimmering mirage of bold claims and hyper-valent exposition.
Now Berne blinked. He blinked again. Then he stared for a long time. For a full minute he gazed at this improbable headline while a string of synapses coughed to life in his mushy cerebral cortex and fused into a tremulous grin that completely relaxed his face, shoulders and stomach. He had happened on a new experience. A Utopia- the dream of man had cultivated its way from hypothesis to accepted practice in this alternate world. A world of sweet cheese and feathered dreams. A harps nest of happy people.
He posited that it had something to do with the regulation and flow of sexual energy. All along the fair boulevards he came across couples in all forms. Opposite and same sex couplings dotted the busy sidewalks of the park. Young lovers held hands in twos and threes, hugging and kissing like new lovers do. And the whole world smelled of ozone and gardenias.
Berne felt odd and twitchy in a place so openly companionable.
Present - (Song: I’m a Rainbow Wit You)
We find that Berne’s condition is intentionally created. In fact many strange mental abberations are actually conscious experiments performed by ,“The Vast”.
This alien race of furry ill-tempered monstrously intelligent creatures who speak a kind of clicking Sino-Tibetan language and prefer very cold climates here on Earth are the true faces of our civilization. We are their experiment.
Until the 1800’s when the British decided to swok-up the first Bath & Tea-house in the Darjeeling Hills, this area had not much to it. There was a reason for this. The people had been terrorized into thinking it was haunted. The “haunting” was actually members of “The Vast” community out relieving themselves, which they do frequently and in a very tawdry way. You see, its a very misty, foggy place. With lots of cliffs and crags and pointy pieces of mountain bits. So standing in a fog you really don’t notice when you’ve just been lightly showered by an alien doing its necessary frequent function. “The Vast”, find this an hilarious past time. Pissing on British soldiers became a kind of sport for them over the many years of their occupation. Many of the British soldiers began to suspect that it was one of the many ethnic natives of the area that were todding off above them through the misty air. And many natives that know of the presence of these amazing creatures believe the British finally tired of being pissed on. And so they left. Leaving the enormous Indian sub-continent on their own and so opening