"Crazy bus, crazy bus, riding on a crazy bus!" - Dream (Part 2)

After waking up confused and soon drifting off to sleep again I began to have a longer more deranged dream. I will cut to the chase on this one:

During the main part of the dream I boarded a city bus for an unknown reason.

I looked around the bus, it was as if I had entered a time warp, all the people on board were in black and white and dressed as if they were in the 1950s. There were all types of odd characters. On the right wall near the front there was a man with shifty eyes and slicked back hair and a popped collar on his coat, he was smoking a cigarette and seemed on edge. Above his head appeared a label, it read; "Coke fiend". The sketchy character snarled at me, curling his upper lip, and I moved away.

The back of the bus was packed with passengers, many of which were excitable and jumping around like hyper children coming home from school. In actuality they were all middle aged adults, but their faces were old high school pictures as if cut straight out of a year book. The pictures were either black and white or an odd pinkish- red tint, as some photographs of poor quality sometimes do. They were all tripping on substances, a few were hanging between seats like monkeys, others sitting quietly, some gossiping in groups etc. Everyone was having a wonderful and apparently trippy time.

The girls/women wore dresses with stockings and back shoes, and they wore their hair curled at the bottom, and clipped in the back as you often see in photographs. They were all smiling according to their grade 12 photographs that were seemingly stuck above their shoulders. The men had slicked back hair. They wore blazers and had dopey, carefree smiles for the most part, although some modeled sexified smirks.

The bus rocked slightly and a scary man boarded. He was at first expected to be a police officer
( I don't recall his appearance). The passengers and I were frozen, terrified that we would all be charged with drug possession (though I was totally clean and sober). However he himself was high on Cocaine and incredibly violent.

This man roared up and down the isle in a fierce frenzy, lashing out on passengers on the bus. His eyes were blood shot and when he crossed my path he hurt me. I'm not sure what he did but he made my stomach bleed. Though I don't recall him having a weapon he may have stabbed me.. and upon waking and recording this dream I also guessed he may have bit me. Some man yelled out in fright or impatience perhaps "Dudeeee, what are you ON".

This man did his damage and suddenly disappeared from the scene. I now was in a frenzy! I ran up and down the isle looking for comfort from a stranger. It was as if I was trying to choose the safest, most reliable one. I examined each person closely. I started to cry out in a whinny, distressed , 50's girl's voice that you might expect one of the Pink Ladies in Grease to have. I shrieked; "He got my stomach Johnny! He got my stomach! Ohhhhh, my stomach!!" dramatically.

I feel into a few mens arms one after another as if to try them out. I looked at a few women for comfort but the women seemed stupefied by the situation and the men seemed eager to take advantage me because of the situation. They looked devilish and dirty minded, as if they were about to pat their lap for me to sit on at any moment. They smirked sexually and winked at each other, as if one would get some. As if this was some sort of game.

It was very odd indeed.

The dream ended abruptly. My anxiety died down after charging the isle a few times, and then the bus stopped. Everyone was sober now and we all walked normally of the bus as if nothing had happened and onto the street. People looked as if they could have been heading to work as perfect citizens, and my stomach seemed to be perfectly healed...

Drugged Pierogis? Last night's crazy dream (Part 1)

I'll keep this short and sweet but last night I had another bizarre dream come to me in the early hours of the morning.

In the first segment of the dream (before waking) I was sitting upstairs in my brothers old room from his childhood. Our home was acting as a meeting place for some type of important government conference. However not much work seemed to be getting done as the "conference" had gotten quite wild and out of hand, and was more like a crazy party then anything. Perhaps this is what middle aged, white, wealthy, government officials do at their "conferences"- cut loose? :)

I was in this room as a guest to a man's dinner party, he was Polish, about 50 maybe, and wearing a business suit. I sat at the table with him, and two other men at a small round table crammed into this old, bare room. He served us each a few pierogis and quickly the other guests picked up the dumplings and chowed down. Inside the pierogi the potato was more yellow in color and sloppier then usual. The stuffing reminded me of lemon yellow pudding. I hesitated in eating the dinner, but soon began to eat as well.

A few moments after I began to eat the other guests and the Polish man began to act peculiar. They were moving slowly and acting dopey. The other guests were becoming very lazy. It was if the effort of moving was so strenuous that they were unable to achieve the simple act of bringing food to their mouths. They slowly succeeded in bring the dumplings to their mouths, but with no coordination left in their suddenly drugged-like being they would without exception miss their mouth and the pierogi would land smooshed on their cheek.

Soon I too was acting peculiar. Everything was moving in slow motion and I began to lose control of my body's movements and I lost all balance. I flailed my arms but it looked more as if I were doing some sort of psychedelic, trance, dance then anything because of the intense lagging of my movements. It felt as if the air was so dense that I was fighting a heavy current that was flowing through the air. However gravity had ceased around my lower torso and I was feeling very light and tipsy. I suddenly tipped sideways to the right and fell off my small, brown, wooden, kitchen chair ( I remember this perfectly) hitting the cold, blue, hard wood floor with a 'thump'. Something that should of hurt but didn't because of a sort of numbness in my bottom. I was so tired, and I think I may have been laughing.

And with this thud I awoke. That was all that there was to that!

Lech Kaczynski is this what you do for fun? Serve designer drugs to your destinguished guests at important business meetings? Shame on you sir!
Lech Kaczynski: "Doh". :)

Acid Part 2- Another Bizarre Dream

Now for my dream!

After all this research a bizarre dream came to me!

This dream was choppy and centered around LSD and perhaps the dilemma people might face about whether to take Acid or not. Is it a positive spiritual drug as Leary says, or is it an extremely hazardous one as Nancy Reagan insisted in her 'Just say No' campaign? ( along with many others).

Anyway the dream started out with an older man ( looking back on it it seemed like this man was Ken Kesey) who planted LSD in my pocket. Mom found the tabs and freaked and I couldn't convince her that it wasn't mine.

Then I was at this big mansion (it would make sense for this to be Kesey's house) because this is where he held his 'Acid test' partys). He thought I was his psychedelic daughter (whatever that means) and I now had to pass the Acid test as an initiation's to be his daughter. Just like in the party in 'Across the Universe' there were tons of people already whirling around and laughing and such, they stood behind Kesey on a large staircase. I debated dropping the tab and in the end decided not too.. so ..he kicked me out. Then everybody started jumping into his pool that was filled to the brim with bath bubbles. Watching them in the dream I could feel the bubbles on my body as if I were swimming through them, it was intense and wondrous, and I started regretted not participating.

I went outside and met up with a friend from my university, I stopped to talk and light up a joint but it wouldn't light. I offered to share but he told me that he had stopped everything because he had had a constant buzzing in his mind that he couldn't get to stop and it frightened him. I then felt good about the choice I had made inside Ken's mansion.

Next I walked through a long, windowed hall in an academic building. Inside there was a man wearing a pro-drugs body board raising awareness about the spiritual benefits of LSD and protesting the misconceptions. This could quite easily be any of the members of the 'Merry Pranksters'.

He convinced me of his message and took me for a walk. We got into his truck, he in the drivers seat, me in the back with two other guys. One was my friend Nick, the other was a guy I know named Andrew. It was a very comfortable atmosphere in the truck and I expressed my concerns and desires about Acid. They encouraged me to try it with them. They each dropped and offered me some. I declined, I just wanted to watch.

The guy sitting to my right dropped and instantly started gaging and choking as he tried to swallow. This was the last thing that happened in the dream, it seemed quite foretelling.

I woke up with these lyrics swirling around in my mind:

"It's a happening thing...
...Love is the grooviest thing in the world until now in the world.."

'It's a Happening Thing' by Peanut butter Conspiracy.

These lyrics were kind of repeating and meshing together since I don't know all the lyrics but I could hear the exact vocals, as if I were listening to the song on the stereo. It's always like that in my dreams.. it's amazing how the songs are always so fitting and always playing when I wake up.

When I woke up I laid still looking into the dark. I started thinking about what it would be like to drop Acid and I started feeling really weird. Freaking myself out, imagining things were in my room and stuff. I was nervous, and I decided then and there that it would be horrifying to take the risk of dropping Acid. If I could get this scared and be perfectly sober think of all horrifying things I could come up with while under the influence of a hallucinogenic substance. And on top of that imagine not being able to escape the nightmare for a solid minimum of 8 hours! Eek.

Anyway this is pretty taboo topic I know, but a dream is a dream and I hate to censor myself. Besides I think it is pretty interesting. If it's telling me anything, it's obviously telling me to stay away from the stuff! :P