I swear I don't take drugs.
Why does it feel like you're falling when you're drifting off to sleep?
I had one of those psychedelic dreams again. I dreamt that sleep was really just a state of jumping off a high rise building, and falling into your life's purpose. Yes, I said falling into your purpose in life. Others hit the cement that paved the streets, and the rest washed away like water down a sewer drain. I happened to land in the middle of a wheat field smoking a cigarette. I hovered over the wheat field and my barefeet swayed with every warm breeze that wisped by. The clouds were one giant hologram, and my eyes would reflect those colors. As the clouds morphed into different shapes, the air was growing colder. By the time I awoke, I was convinced that flying was possible.
Lately, I've been smoking in my dreams. I could be on the bus, in the middle of class, in church, in the shower, whatever. No matter the place, I always have my arms crossed. I'm either leaning against a wall or laying down, and I always have a cigarette wedged between my fingers.
I had one of those psychedelic dreams again. I dreamt that sleep was really just a state of jumping off a high rise building, and falling into your life's purpose. Yes, I said falling into your purpose in life. Others hit the cement that paved the streets, and the rest washed away like water down a sewer drain. I happened to land in the middle of a wheat field smoking a cigarette. I hovered over the wheat field and my barefeet swayed with every warm breeze that wisped by. The clouds were one giant hologram, and my eyes would reflect those colors. As the clouds morphed into different shapes, the air was growing colder. By the time I awoke, I was convinced that flying was possible.
Lately, I've been smoking in my dreams. I could be on the bus, in the middle of class, in church, in the shower, whatever. No matter the place, I always have my arms crossed. I'm either leaning against a wall or laying down, and I always have a cigarette wedged between my fingers.