I can't really describe the two dreams I had last night, because I suspect there was no strict plot. Here are some keywords and phrases: the high school I work at, except in the jungle in a different country; monkeys; a play about wax figurines of the Seven Dwarves; my brother and I live on the run and were hiding in the school; secret passages seven floors below the building; an argument over a projector (reflective of events at work); a bus strike, with seething masses of pissed-off bus drivers (my 10th grade English teacher was on the picket line for some reason), angry parents picking up their kids, and students throwing things and lighting fires; a freakishly tall, skinny Gary Rardon, and John Dillinger coming back to life and crawling out the ground behind the school, ready to fuckin' kill our asses.
The very last bit? Is a sequel. I swear, it happened just like sequels do when the people making the first movie know there will be a sequel. Also, I think I dreamed that because I watched a show on him on the History Channel. And I ate FlipSides Pretzel/Cheddar crackers at like 3am and went back to sleep.
Obviously, I will never need drugs to get this effect. I read a lot and eat late at night. That is enough to fuel my awesomely messed-up dreams, forever. And might I add, they were cinema-quality suspense/horror dreams. It was amazing.
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I too read and eat late at night, and have dreams like that. I love them.