12/2/2023
Early on Saturday morning I checked my working file for the old dreams I'm posting here and saw I missed posting one from December 1st, 2015. In the dream I reference having posted a story on what is now 'nazi birdchan' on 11/30/2015. Need to find the time during the weekend where I can go through my archive and see if I can find this story for the sake of posterity
I ate a Tide pod. These 'pods' are little sacs of laundry detergent in a bag formulated to dissolve in water. Ages ago there was a meme where people supposedly eating them with the promise of them coming in flavors like sour apple. Reckon my dream mind thought I was taking a pill rather than poisonous detergent, I ate it while thinking, "Enh, it's medicine. It's not going to be pleasant" until I realized this was a pod.
The rest of the dream was spent forcing myself to dry heave while spitting out thin blue fluid from my mouth. Just when I thought my alimentary canal was in the clear, I'd spit out more blue stuff. This stuff was just gross nor did it burn my insides but I just spat out the stuff throughout the dream.
When I opened the washing machine I found it was stuffed full of LBI's laundry then set about folding it and packing it in reusable grocery bags. LBI came in, said she was going to take a walk on the beach and left without further word. I spat more blue into the garbage, thought "But it's raining outside" followed by "That's awful nice she let me know where she was going."
While pulling laundry from the washing machine to fold I noticed it was still damp. Oh boy, I'm fucking senile. Confusion reigned in the dream and I eventually woke up.
Friday night I happily allowed myself to be roped into driving up to Jersey City to a beauty salon where there was going to be a small event featuring alien abductee David Huggins. David Huggins paints pictures of his adventures and encounters, had a book called Love In An Alien Purgatory published back in 2014, followed by a documentary about his life and art. My dealer in Livingston did the roping since she was going to be selling her UFO-themed jewelry there and I figure her father only promised a one-way trip but she knew the subject matter was of interest to me. Plus we had to complete a transaction as well. I had a huge box of jewelry making material from last March and I bought three tabs of acid from her. One for myself and the other two for a microdose solution. After the exchange I had my tabs and she gave me a square of mushroom chocolate.
We caught up on life while waiting for La Brujeria to make her gluten and dairy-free burritos to assuage her disappointment from making no sales.
After dropping her off and carrying most of her stuff into the garage, I had to head back to the penthouse in Jackson. Twice I got lost driving back because I was so fucking tired having been up since 6 a.m. and working all day. By the time I returned it was 2 a.m. and crapped out after getting undressed.
Tonight is the company Christmas party in Forked River.
