Weirdest Dream Ever

I had a new weird dream last night. It took place in this pseu­do-neo-gotham-trench­town hy­brid city; al­ways night. and I was try­ing to catch up with this girl be­cause she had some sort of in­for­ma­tion that was cru­cial for some sort of rea­son. Its one of those, “the per­son you are look­ing for is al­ways flit­ting around the cor­ner off in the dis­tance” dreams for a while, then as I’m crawl­ing over the glass roof of a greenhouse/​warehouse, I slip in through a lou­vered win­dow, clam­ber down some scaf­fold­ing, go out­side, wake up the bum on a bench who hap­pens to be the girl I was chas­ing. Then it turns out she is a trai­tor and I’m grabbed by some peo­ple who are try­ing to use me for some rea­son and keep at­tempt­ing to drug me us­ing a sup­pos­i­to­ry ex­cept I’m too tight-assed for it to work. [WTF? I mean, I have weird dreams all the time but this one was fucked up even for me.] Whenever they take their at­ten­tion away from me I es­cape. I end up un­der­ground in this hor­ri­ble bombed-out third-world cesspool of strange dis­eases where peo­ple are killing each oth­er just be­cause they are vi­cious. I fi­nal­ly make my way to the sur­face, am ex­treme­ly re­lieved to do so, and changed in some way. I’m try­ing to get my bear­ings and this street ven­dor comes up to me and we both say at the same time “The worst thing in the world is men killing men.” as if we’d both been through the same ex­pe­ri­ence and were marked to each oth­er in some way. The dream was go­ing to con­tin­ue where I was go­ing to try to catch that girl again and find out why I was be­trayed but I woke up and went to the piss­er in­stead.

6 thoughts on “Weirdest Dream Ever

  1. Adam, are you lay­ing on the so­fa? I be­lieve this dream was an ex­ten­sion of your past re­al-life ren­dezvous with the at­trac­tive young la­dy and the old Italian man in Tremont, which you blogged about. Do you re­mem­ber them? I thought not, that’s why you need my help. Please make an ap­point­ment with my as­sis­tant on your way out…

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