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Last night's dreams were weird.
I dreamed I successfully negotiated a drug deal in the parking lot of the hospital, just outside of my old office. The dealer kept asking me if I wanted cocaine, heroin, or speed, and I kept telling him I only wanted LSD or MDMA, whichever he had, but with a strong preference for the LSD. He comes back with "blotter paper", 8.5 x 11 inch orange cardstock (in several different shades). One dose was a third of the page, and he tore one up to demonstrate. I threw a dose in my mouth and chewed it as I walked home, cardboard flavor in my mouth. Mycroft Holmes from Sherlock was there, and I tripped while we sorted recyclables together.
Yeah.
Weird.
Still better than zombie apocalypse dreams, hands down.
I dreamed I successfully negotiated a drug deal in the parking lot of the hospital, just outside of my old office. The dealer kept asking me if I wanted cocaine, heroin, or speed, and I kept telling him I only wanted LSD or MDMA, whichever he had, but with a strong preference for the LSD. He comes back with "blotter paper", 8.5 x 11 inch orange cardstock (in several different shades). One dose was a third of the page, and he tore one up to demonstrate. I threw a dose in my mouth and chewed it as I walked home, cardboard flavor in my mouth. Mycroft Holmes from Sherlock was there, and I tripped while we sorted recyclables together.
Yeah.
Weird.
Still better than zombie apocalypse dreams, hands down.
