Dream: Hallucinogenic Boysenberries?
Wednesday, July 8th:
We stood between a low, empty barracks and the log palisade that surrounded the complex. I had the sense that all the soldiers were farther away (maybe in the mess hall?) and would not return, but were close enough we might stumble across them if we weren't careful. The walls ached with the rituals to Azathoth the soldiers had performed the night before. We looked for evidence of other outre beings they may have courted.
Matt E. ate berry flakes at a cafeteria table, and I was excited to join him for lunch. I walked to the cereal bar and told someone (a cheerleader I knew vaguely from High School) that I was going to have the [vegan] flakes. The [vegan] flakes dispenser was empty, and the only other variety of flakes available was Multigrain. I reluctantly filled my bowl. Most of them weren't even flake-shaped, and I expected it to taste like bark chips.
'These are awful,' I told the cheerleader. 'Have the berry flakes instead.'
'No,' she said, 'Someone soaked a bunch of berries in drugs last night.'
I looked for Matt so I could warn him, but he was already gone. I raced outside, hoping to catch his bus. I thought he was dead for all those years, I thought, and now I hear he's alive, he might die before I can talk to him.
I stepped onto the schoolbus and shouted, "Does anyone know which berries Matt ate?"
No one knew; Matt's bus had already left.
I walked to the edge of the county road. I glimpsed a black bus in the distance. then jumped back as a pair of police cars sped by. They swerved and slid through U-turns in order to pursue the Azathoth-worshiping Nazi soldiers on Matt's bus. As they reveresed course, three more squad cars zipped past from the other direction.
Crimson and pale gray replaced the black and white on the third, marking it a state patrol unit. I gritted my teeth as it smashed through a squad car in its way. The state patrol sped after the Nazis undeterred, leaving the wreck of the unlucky squad car belly-up and smoking in its wake.
We stood between a low, empty barracks and the log palisade that surrounded the complex. I had the sense that all the soldiers were farther away (maybe in the mess hall?) and would not return, but were close enough we might stumble across them if we weren't careful. The walls ached with the rituals to Azathoth the soldiers had performed the night before. We looked for evidence of other outre beings they may have courted.
Matt E. ate berry flakes at a cafeteria table, and I was excited to join him for lunch. I walked to the cereal bar and told someone (a cheerleader I knew vaguely from High School) that I was going to have the [vegan] flakes. The [vegan] flakes dispenser was empty, and the only other variety of flakes available was Multigrain. I reluctantly filled my bowl. Most of them weren't even flake-shaped, and I expected it to taste like bark chips.
'These are awful,' I told the cheerleader. 'Have the berry flakes instead.'
'No,' she said, 'Someone soaked a bunch of berries in drugs last night.'
I looked for Matt so I could warn him, but he was already gone. I raced outside, hoping to catch his bus. I thought he was dead for all those years, I thought, and now I hear he's alive, he might die before I can talk to him.
I stepped onto the schoolbus and shouted, "Does anyone know which berries Matt ate?"
No one knew; Matt's bus had already left.
I walked to the edge of the county road. I glimpsed a black bus in the distance. then jumped back as a pair of police cars sped by. They swerved and slid through U-turns in order to pursue the Azathoth-worshiping Nazi soldiers on Matt's bus. As they reveresed course, three more squad cars zipped past from the other direction.
Crimson and pale gray replaced the black and white on the third, marking it a state patrol unit. I gritted my teeth as it smashed through a squad car in its way. The state patrol sped after the Nazis undeterred, leaving the wreck of the unlucky squad car belly-up and smoking in its wake.