6:23 am
I had another night of deep sleep and awesome dreams. For the first time since I’ve moved out West, my dreams were not on the farm. I was back in Toronto downtown with friends Mazda and an old Comspec employee that has never been in my dreams before. We were close once but he transferred to head office and we never really stayed connected.
At the start of the dream there was a reason for it to be him but I don’t remember what it was now. I do remember the three of us were downtown looking for the new movie theater by Islington. I parked the turquoise Volare which was my first car. We eventually found the theater and Madison made us sit in the first row where I couldn’t quite see the entire screen but I didn’t complain too much.
There was some important news bulletin that came up before the movie about some huge massacre that people seem to concerned about but I didn’t pay much attention to. I was chatting with an unknown hippie friend in the seat next to me. He had spiked me a knowingly with some DMT but in a way that was ineffective so I was only very mildly buzzed which was a bit of an inconvenience for the movie. As we talked more it turned out that my other friend David knew this guy and had asked him to come bring him hits of acid. To my knowledge, David was not a drug user and this was quite surprising. Then Mazda started talking to him and it turned out that he had lots of drugs to sell. I bought some more DMT and put them away instead of taking it because I figured it might not work stacked on top of the light dose.
It turns out the movie was canceled and we all had to leave but I was a little too high to know where I had parked. When leaving I was a little sweaty from the DMT and our new friend shook my hand with four hits of acid in it. Stuck to my hand and I assumed that meant I was going to be quite high later.
Mazda and David vanished on me and I was left downtown trying to find my car when an old school friend saw me and hang out with me while we walked around talking. I was only lightly buzzed and she didn’t seem to mind catching up on old stories with me. As we searched for my car the acid was starting to kick in and I remembered that I lived nearby in the old home apartments at Keele and Dufferin. Apparently it seemed perfectly normal that I had kept this department to work at comes back instead of staying in Waterloo with my mother at our full-time home.
This seemed somewhat familiar in my dream universe and made perfect sense. I even remembered the bus routes but I couldn’t quite remember which apartment I lived in. The acid was kicking in.
As usual there was much more detail to the dream. Perhaps more detail than my usual dreams. It was a deep sleep and I woke up tired but feeling like it was a good dream and that was in a good mood.
I just decided not to do my usual morning routine and wake up with my usual morning drug. The cup I had been using to boof had dried up all the water and dehydrated it into the air.
The cup I used for boofing the moon rock ecstasy still had liquid in it so I tried a few syringe falls of that up my ass instead. It never really had much of an effect on me but it did wake me up enough to immediately start writing this blog about my dream. I’m still in a good mood and I’m doing it without my usual morning meth.
We’ll see how it goes. It’s wednesday. It could go either way. For now, at 6:41, I’m off to the bathroom. What comes in must go out.
