Spicy Dreams

Blackberries… Blackberries everywhere. I'm in the middle of the woods, cramming these dark capsules of deliciousness by the handful into my mouth. I don't believe I'll ever get tired of them, each one bursting with wonderful flavor. Tastes like my childhood every time. 

Suddenly, I hear some commotion. The brush behind me begins rustling. I turn and gaze intently, waiting to see what might come bursting through. Then, all at once, a stampede of people come tromping through the woods.

"RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!" they beg of me.

Without thinking, I join them, and now we are running through the woods together, screaming, "RUN AWAY!" I'm not sure what we are running away from, or where we are running to. It's just nice to belong, I guess. It's nice to be a part of something important, and, to these people, nothing seems more important than running away. So, yeah, it's kind of nice.

Suddenly, it's just me running. Everyone else is gone and I have no idea where they went. They literally just vanished. But for some reason, I'm still running, though no longer screaming. In fact, it's clear now that I am in fact trying to escape from something. And then, it's all very clear to me. I'm being chased by Tommy Lee Jones and Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. Now, judging by the movie plots that my subconscious is ripping off at this point, it's probably safe to assume that I am a rather successful surgeon who is also a car thief—just for fun—who has been framed for the murder of his wife. I'm running as fast as I can, hopping over logs and tearing through bushes. Tommy Lee is behind me taunting me, remarking how he doesn't care whether I'm innocent or not, and The Rock isn't really saying anything. He's just running through and splintering whatever he comes into contact with; trees crack like twigs. Somehow I get away. 

It's raining now and I'm in an abandoned parking lot. My ex and I are kissing, because, what else is there to do in the rain with your ex?

She casually remarks, "Did you know that there are philosophical arguments that justify abusing prescription drugs?" 

Interesting. "No, I didn't know that." We go back to kissing.

After a while we stop kissing again and I ask her, "Do you have any Percocet?" 

Before she can answer I awake suddenly from all of this insanity, and immediately think to myself how I really need to start writing all this stuff down. So I did.