I had a nightmare of sorts last night
I was walking in our forest and took a short cut down a game trail going back to the jeepWhen, to my amazement, got a glimpse of some antlers through some trees
So I walked up off the trail and saw a deer skeleton completely intact
Only the bones and antlers were left
Then I looked a little closer and was shocked to see the poor deer's antlers were stuck on a tree
Evidently, the poor thing was rubbing antler velvet on the tree, which was too small
His antlers had locked on the trunk of the pine treeThen I woke up so sad
I can't imagine how desperate it would feel, being stuck in the middle of nowhere like that just waiting to die
So that day, I had to find out more about this dreamSo, I went to Madam Ginza's fortune telling shack down in the old part of Sacramento
She was flipping some kind of wierd cards and lit some sage and murmmered some weird chant over and over
She took my hand and looked at my palm, traced a line with her long fingernail
She smelled like too many cats in the house and looked like a gypsy"What brings you to me today?" she asked
I told the entire nightmare to her and asked her, "What could all this mean?".She slowly shook her head back and forth, releasing my palm
And pointing to some cards, she looked up slowly
This card is the tree you speak of, which represents a place you must avoid
And this card is the deer, which is you and why you woke up so sad and came to me"Well, what else then, Madam Ginza?"
"Well," she says slowly, reluctantly "This card is the travel card
And this card is the money or job you have card"
And she looked into my eyes
"This is the death card"
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"Death card. What does that mean?""It means that the company you work for is transferring you from the California office to Baldwin City Kansas, where you commit suicide."
The end
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