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Story Time: In Which WHAT THE HELL?

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Last night, I think I Incepted myself.

I have always said that nothing is as boring as hearing about some one’s “craziest dream” so I don’t blame you if you quit reading right here.

The night was young and I had just watched a previous episode of Twin Peaks, in keeping with my promise not to watch new (to us) episodes without my lady present. I was feeling very anxious and restless from a particularly long day at work so I took some prescription sleeping pills to really seal the deal on a nice night’s sleep. Then I laid down in bed to read some of Atlas Shrugged (yes, still and I hate it) and put on M83’s Before The Dawn Heals Us over a set of nice headphones and turned the volume up.

The tide came in and swept me off the beach and into a vast, calm, warm ocean where I looked up at the stars for several hours as I listened to the sound of water splashing into my ears.

When I could no longer see the faintest of lights from any land, I turned and oriented myself face down in the water and was not surprised to see the same stars that I had viewed above, were now visible in the depths of the ocean. Just as I was about to drown, I fell asleep.

I awoke to the sound of a distant locomotive and looked over my shoulder to see the little red guy from Cooper’s dream dancing and speaking in reverse. He was telling me not to worry and that the answer would soon present itself. I asked him, “The answer to what?” and he replied, “Everything.”

He danced his way out of sight and I realized that I was now in a boxcar traveling at great speeds towards a tunnel that had no visible other end.

After my eyes adjusted to the pitch black tunnel, I accepted that I would die, blind and alone in this darkness.

When suddenly – light. The most brilliant light I’ve ever seen. It was painfully bright. I held my hands up over my clinched eyelids and, unable to block it out, I realized that I was the radiating source of the light. I think this was when I realized that my physical body was dead and that I was rejoining the collective energy of the universe or some hippie shit like that.

I inhaled water and in an act of self preservation, I thrashed at the surface of the sea, coughing, and looking back up at the stars above me. An unfamiliar land was ahead of me and the current was sweeping me towards it. I laid back on the surface of the tide and waited to wash up on shore.

When I woke up in my bed, tangled in my headphones still playing M83 and with my reading lamp still shining in my face, I had no idea what time or even day it was, and struggling to maintain a vague sense of how my hands worked, I fumbled to locate and open a window to let in some fresh air.

I don’t really know what any of this means. I think the little red guy was trying to get me to do acid?


Tell me what to make of this, oh wise David Lynch!


Written by photokevo

October 11, 2011 at 12:35 pm

Posted in Story Time

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