Since becoming a medicated American I have been the receipient of some really weird, and vivid dreams. Take for example the one I had last night:
I was taking part in a meeting of my management staff at a restaurant/giftshop/bakery/tourist trap. The building was a converted house and as it turned out it had more than a few surprises and many levels.
The meeting was being chaired by an executive in my company. I can’t remember what it was we were there for, though I do know that at some point we were going to be breaking out and touring the building for some reason. There was another group of people who were sitting next to our group who got into a verbal conflict with our meeting chair. I got up and walked away, ending up in the Bakery area talking to an employee of the Bakery about how they made donuts. She showed me that they used a power drill to mix their donut dough. And then we ended up in the attic that was full of furniture. Antique furniture along with a discussion of the economy of the area and how bad it was that people were trying to support themselves by selling their possessions.
From there I ended up in the basement, that wasn’t the bottom layer of this house either as I remember looking down a flight of stairs seeing yet a lower level to the basement that I was in. Regardless, the area I was in at that time was the restaurant. And there were dogs every where. I mean every where. I sat down in a recliner and a dog jumped on to my lap and would not get off.
And then I woke up.
Tell me that that isn’t wacked out.
L8R.
