The Reptile Report #080599
MY SOJOURN AT THE HOUSE OF THE HOUSE OF ROT

Sleeping early one Sunday morning, (April 18, 1999, my murdered Son’s 38th Birthday) I entered a dream realm where I found I was in a large auditorium with several friends. There was something sexual about the focus of the event. I said to my friends, “I’ve never had a sexual desire of my own in my whole life.” (I meant that, baring what men had done to me and forced me to do, I would never have initiated a sexual act on my own, EVER.)

In an instant we found ourselves in the house of the House of Rot[hschild], walking along a very wide corridor, about as wide as the house I’m living in. It was plush and the wood was heavy, dark and carved. There was nothing cozy or warm about it. It felt cold, almost like a bank or a museum or a mausoleum. It felt like a cemetery. I had never seen a place like this before. By the scale it should have been a grand hotel but of course, it wasn’t. It was the private residence of the Head Rot.

Each of my friends and I were given our own separate rooms. There were subtle differences between the rooms that seemed to be significant, that is, to someone else, not us. We were the only people around. We were on the second floor.

Suddenly I woke up, remembering it all. In my thoughts I went over and over the details of what I had seen; the house, the corridor, the wood carvings, my room. I knew I had actually been there. I was amazed since I had been writing about “imploding” the House of Rot. I thought of the Head Rot as a troll or a reptile. Sometimes I called him a cockroach.

I fell back to sleep and found myself back in the house of the House of Rot again only this time there were a lot of people about. I didn’t know where my friends were. I was on the main floor.

I looked up and saw the Head Rot himself descending the staircase. He was surrounded by a crowd of people. They moved almost like one body, like the legs of a centipede.

The Head Rot was headed for the dining room with his entourage chirping around him like a coven of “shades” I once saw once in the forest. It was 11:00 AM (in the “dream”). I had already eaten my breakfast at 8:00 AM (in the “dream”). I, at once, understood that he was more “fashionable” eating this late. I also understood that I was not because I ate my breakfast so early. It was somehow meant to be a distinction of where I fit in the hierarchy of this “house”. (The earlier one ate breakfast, the lower one was on the pyramid scheme, so to speak.)

I saw the Head Rot sit down at a large, elegantly set table and all the others vied to sit around him. He was old and extremely ugly. He had a reptilian look about him. A younger male Rot was seated at a smaller table, also with a smaller group around him. The old Rot could not abide the younger Rot at the same table with him. It had to do with jealousy. I watched long enough to “read” all this.

I headed back to the staircase and went up. I found I was in the wrong place. I found people engaged in practicing new age rituals on each other. I went back down and asked one of the women workers (there were lots of them around) where my room was. She said that the map (floor plan) only showed the first floor and indicated that the rooms on the first floor went all the way up to the roof. That meant there were no rooms on the second floor.

I saw my Grandmother (she has been dead since 1974). She was starting to make her way upstairs alone. I came up to her and put my arm around her and walked with her, guiding her. I didn’t think she should be walking around alone. I thought, “She is so old, how can she make it?” Then I knew that it was because she was so old that she had lots of experience to rely on. (Note: when I was a child, my Grandmother was one of the few people close to me that never hurt me, except once.)

I suddenly knew why I was there. The Head Rot was looking for immortality because he knew he was going to die. The people I saw in the rooms were practicing “healing”. They were like “performance poodles” working for the House of Rot. They thought they were doing something respectable and were quite smug about it but what they were really doing was serving very low purposes they knew nothing about. I could tell they were actually very proud of themselves and thought of themselves as specially “chosen” and privileged to be doing such important work for such an important man.

When I finally found my room and was inside something terrible happened. In a sudden move, not of my own doing, I was made to do something that was so repulsive I ran for the bathroom sink to rinse my mouth out. I rinsed and rinsed. That’s when I knew that my room was completely bugged, wired with hidden cameras, and they had forced me to do this disgusting act so they could record it. They planned to use it to blackmail me into working for them. I knew exactly what they were up to. I knew I would never do this unspeakable act on my own. These guys were really nasty and played very dirty. They pulled a surprise attack on me and caught me before I could stop them. The act only took seconds but with their ability to manipulate video that’s all they needed.

As horrible as this was, I realized that I would never give in to blackmail. I knew then that no matter what dirty tricks they pulled on me they would never get me to do one thing for them. I didn’t care if the whole world saw that picture of me. I know I didn’t do it. I knew I was innocent. I knew that I was their mortal enemy and I would never stop until the House of Rot was destroyed completely, forevermore, never to rise again.

Jana Janus
Omnipresent on The Mean Planet