The Wee Democracy

weird dreams

in the past year or so, my dreams have gotten more bizarre. they're weird for sure, but more than that, they seem to go on forever. like...all night long dreams that can encompass, believably, a period of time ranging from 2 to 7 days. i had a dream a while back that spanned the day before a murder, the day of the murder, the days of recovery for me, the funeral and the grief afterward. that one was intense. this one was just weird.

for instance #2, it's fading now but last night i dreamed that i, and a combination of college friends and people i never hung around with in high school were somehow tricked into joining a cult of sorts.

i can't remember the details, but i remember that beforehand i'd:

- driven a car (a rarity for the real me)
- driven a street luge (which was particularly hard and made me sweat like a real man, thus had me checking out a certain sexy man in the mirror)
- was forced to break into my old house to try to shower after the luging
- was accosted and forced into a short bus by the cult people, who evidently border on cultnappers, as they not only force you to go with them, but enforce rules which the penalties for breaking range from being asked to leave the bus, or being burned at the stake, a rather tough as nails stance for these guys.

the weirdest part of the dream was the place that drugs took. they gave everyone, old and new members a blue and white pill to take, that started with an L, and was some kind of mood alteration job, like soma in 'brave new world'. you had to take it -- they'd watch you put it in your mouth. but, smart guy that i am, i just stashed in the roof of my grill and pocketed it later, only to be pissed that the saliva had opened one end and betrayed me, releasing the medicine into my system.

a guy was forcibly removed from the bus to be taken back to the camp and burned. he looked puerto rican. i didn't know him.

jeremy, this kid from high school i didn't hang with, broke out a yellow plastic slide box with weed so fresh, it was actually just moist stacked leaves. "i don't have any papers," i lamented. i find that odd, given that the death penalty was enforced in this place, and my main concern was that i didn't have a way to get high. priorities, i guess. "use Red", he says, which is not the name of my old pipe, but was in the dream.

then some hot blond climbed on my lap and started making out with me. aha! the real effects of the blue and white pill are revealed!! genius!