I went to bed totally sober last night, about 4 am or so. I had a vivid dream of running from the cops. I was buzzed in my dream and was in my hometown.
I went by the Salvation Army building and saw a niche to squeeze into. So, I took my bike and hid in there. It wasn't a normal bike but, one of the old mail-carrier Harleys with the weather box around it.
Anyhow, I was stuck in this alley when I saw an elevator at the end. I ended up going to the basement to be greeted by a Mexican with a toboggan on. He asked me, "Why the fuck are you here? And, gave me a buncha shit about being "the man" or a narc.
After a minute, I realized it was Cheech...........way back when he was about 30 or so. So, I had to party with him and Chong to prove my dedication as a stoner. I shit you not! This WAS the dream I was having!
I ended up smoking so much dope with them I was reeling. Plus, I did a few lines of this and that. And, I FELT this shit in my dream!! I kid you not! I woke up this morning feeling as if I had been there. It was totally realistic! Without the expense. But, I still had the hangover.
Makes me question what is real and not. If I can have a trip like that by sleeping, why stay awake? lol I hope to have the same, or better, tonight!
It was pretty awesome! But, of course, you fuckers think I'm feeding you a line of shit. I'm not.................
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