Trip the shrooms fantasticDreams to me are usually not something that I really put much weight into because of the crock ideas used to analyze them (ie. bathing means I want to go back into the womb. I mean WTF?). Even further, I don't really understand my dreams whatsoever in such a way that I don't even know if they're worth looking into because they're often full of absurd things that should be kept secret since my brain likes to dream about things like ice cream monsters and the like.
In addition to bogus dreams, I also get prophetic dreams. The ones where later you see the event you dreamed about in your mind. These freak you out ("freak ouuuttt!" ~ Rob Cooper) and the people you tell that you dreamed of that very moment. Although what makes last night's dream interesting is how prophetic the Internet was today as this is what I came across:
Björk also had a part in this whole thing as she and her performance-artist butt seems to just want to make the world even stranger. As well as making Pandas sexy. (see right)
Anyways, the dream I had last night is worth repeating. I'm going to keep it simple so that I don't confuse you:
I was at the wedding of Paris Hilton and some person who I thought was Tom Blowe.
I was there with Chris and some girl who looked like someone I knew but I couldn't pinpoint it.
We were sitting in the pews of a very laid back chapel with lots of windows and lots of green paint.
At some point the ceremony started but it wasn't being conducted by a religious official but rather by Paris and the Tom Blowe guy.
It was really loose ended as they didn't really finish the rituals very well which were usually hurried or skipped over, kind of like a rehearsal, but I was fully dressed for a wedding, not a rehearsal.
Suddenly the whole congregation's wrists and ankles were latched onto by metal clasps that held us in our seats. For whatever reason I was the only one protesting.
At that moment, Paris and Tom started walking towards the back of the chapel and drew a large quantity of medical syringes from a canvas Army bag and started to distribute injections to all of the attendees.
As they got to me they just coldly looked at me and started to inject me while I was trying to get their attention and ask them what they were doing.
I struggled while they injected me. But it did no go as in a matter of moments as the room started to spin I could see that the rest of the people there had passed out and they were giving the injection to Chris who could have cared less that he was being restrained and drugged.
When I came to, the clasps retracted and I noticed almost everyone in the chapel had left except for a few dazed people, still sitting, Chris and the girl.
Paris and Tom were packing up things that were set up for the wedding into a red convertible that was freshly driven through the wall as the dust cloud was still lingering in the room.
I started to scream at them for doing what they did to us. I tried getting up but my head felt like it was filled with concrete as were my feet.
I continued to scream asking "why did you do this?", "who are you?", and my favorite "I'm only 21! I'm too young to be involved with religious interrogative drugging or governmental corruption!" There was also lots of swearing.
I asked Chris and the girl if they knew what had happened and they more or less gave me a cold shoulder saying that they didn't know and we should go to lunch.
I looked down and noticed that there was a prescription receipt on my lap (which for whatever reason I told myself that I knew that everyone else who was injected had one too).
The receipt was for a drug called "Triceptices".
As I left the chapel I saw outside the doors two large canvas bags like the ones that the needles were kept in, opened one and saw that there was a great deal of cash in the bag.
Chris and the girl went ahead of me and I walked around for a while.
I went to Shoneys (which had been the place we went to the day after Cary and Paul's wedding) to meet with Chris and the girl.
The Maître d' (why Shoneys had one is beyond me) was dressed in a nurse's scrubs. Thinking she'd know what the drug was that I was prescribed on the receipt I asked if she could tell me about it.
Apparently (in her words), Triceptices is some sort of amalgamation of Iron, Sodium, Rubber, Sulfur and a wide variety of other materials made up the drug and had two forms.
Outside the Body- When dropped on blood outside the body, this drug quickly forms a sphere of Iron the size of a basket ball. In mere seconds round balloons start protruding from one side of the ball and longer more animal balloon like balloons protrude from the other side forming a dreadfully wicked looking formation that floats until it dissolves after expelling all of its energy which is generated by the original blood pumping through the long balloons to the round balloons in a way that resembles a heart.
Inside the Body- A similar occurence forms within the body but at a much smaller scale as the blood that is available is both moving within the veins and there is more blood to go around. While this formation is replicating in your bloodstream you yourself will start to float much like the balloon. The real use of the drug is to give you a sense of elation (which is awfully punny if I must say) and complete forgetfulness. Often patients take the drug to forget their problems.
I was not going to take this drug under any circumstances. Thankfully no one was holding down my wrists and ankles or forcing the medication in me anymore. Although I wasn't sure if I could be sure of what had been injected into me before.
I sat down at a table that was populated by Chris, the girl, Tyson Beck (a friend of Joe Friend's), and a fat guy who looked like Joe Gross. (see right)
I started to eat some food (of all the details here I can't remember what I was eating) when all of the sudden I passed out.
From there I woke up from my dream a whole two hours after I wanted to get up in the first place. This is the sort of stuff that my dreams are made of. Although this one was actually really involving and actually quite scary.
Mollie says that the dreams that keep her awake are the ones that feel like you're swirling around (which I would equate with dizziness). But I don't feel like when I have any dreams that I lose sleep. In fact I think I probably gain sleep as my dreams keep me involved with what is going on.
I'd like to differ with scientists who think dreaming is the brains way of rejuvenating or just random synapses firing which happen to only occur during the REM stage of sleep which is supposed to only last a half hour. My dreams seem like a completely different world that last for far longer than a half hour. If there is anything that I believe is that it is random because I know that a few parts of my dream were from this weekend's wedding retreat.
Whatever. I'm glad I got to remember this dream as long as I have. I just never really get to hold onto the ones where I eat the entire ice cream monster where I don't even care if I get fat.
¶ 7/07/2006 12:34:00 PM