Endless Cafeteria Nightmare
Grrrrrl Power Orgy
The Day I Crashed a Stolen Car
Weird Rape Dream
The Boyscouts of America at Burning Man 2002
Queen of England
Carnivorous Orchard Dream
The Tower and the Candy
A Green Stone
Yet Another Sex Dream
Naked Convelescent Home
sanctuary?
Scary Miscarriage Dream
Pure Buttermilk Chocolate
drowning into thin air
High School Sex Dream
Mourning the End of the World
glass ceilings and cocktail parties
Jealousy
'Beautiful Children' resort McDonalds
Two Totems
Lil Bro and the Scam Artists
The Harvestor
Metaphysical Spy Movie
Mother Daughter Camp
Am I Popular Enough Yet?
Night Rave at the Zen Garden
Nick Twisp and the New Fangled Western
Jenny of the Suburbs
room mates in the City
Identity Theft
I AM MELLOWCHEESE
The Angel of Stinky Music
Yet another cardboard box
Halloween Early
non-consensual remodeling
the unexpected serenade
the flying box
Prison Dream
Another Nightmare
strange, burgundy colored wings
lost
just when I thought I was done with my ex....
im dead im dead im dead
The Odd Friend
sucked in
I don't want to be a game-show star
flying away again
a long, dark ocean
giger-ized
Brightly Colored Skull Necklaces
I hate my job.

but i want to learn calculus!
the end of the world
Obviously, I have family issues.
fighting in an airplane
Dreaming of the #300 several times
Crash
Crushed by Crush
the emergency hotline
Grace Kelly in the Cornfield
In my room with cast
Sex With an 80's Icon
The Harvestor
sex tutorial
Hell
Jesse's suicide
shopping centre
Spiral bakery
Justin
Searching for a meaning.
The Elven World
Lots of Sex
Do it yourself Drug Testing
cashew subway
another guy i don't know
Terry and Bruno and Spanakopita -- Oh My!

Author: uberbudgie





I dreamt that for some reason

I had been incarcerated in a

large correctional institution

filled with lots of people in their

early 20's, dressed in white

undershirt and grey sweatpant

"uniforms." Some wore

"wifebeaters," some wore really

thin white t-shirts.



I don't know why but I had this

nagging sensation that we were

secretly being auditioned for a

GAP commercial. Must have

been the Americana white

bread theme, most of the

inmates were very nice looking

Caucasions.



It was kind of like a combination

of a preschool I went to and

prison, really weird. We all slept

in the same room, and had time

outs and such, and the warden

and the guards were all so much

bigger than us.



The few parts of the facility that

weren't bare concrete were

painted a rich umber brown.



Someone I trusted had some

strange drug of some sort and

were about to be interrogated.

It was someone that I had a

great deal of trust in, someone

that was about to be in great

danger and couldn't be searched

with the pills on them, so I had

to take them and keep them

safe.



They were worth a lot of money,

and I had no place to hide them,

so I had to carry them in my

hands. That's what was so weird

about this place... We didn't

even have our own cells,

-everything- was communal.



I couldn't set them down

anywhere because my friend

was counting on me, as well as

a number of people there.



I was freaking out pretty hard.



The drugs were something very

strange. Kind of a combination

of a purifying agent that cleared

out all evidence of chemical

excesses from various tissues

and wastes of the body, so that a

person would test clean, and a

very high powered psychadelic

of some sort. The purifying agents

were of an extremely sophisticated

variety that also gave a sort of

temporary immunity to the person

who took them, to all diseases

for a 48 hour period, and had the

power to reverse illness. Not to

cure it, but the power to mostly

eliminate a disease so that a

person with sufficient white blood

cells could purge the remainder

of the malady out on their own.



And these pills, which looked

suspiciously like a grey-tinted

version of some "women's herbal

vitamin" supplments, for some

reason had ended up in my

hands.



And I could be instantly executed

if I was discovered with these pills,

walking around, my hands in fists

everywhere I went.



I could not eat or do anything because

I could not open my fists.



Then, after trying to keep from sweating,

trying to keep from looking like something

was up, it was nap time.



I found out that my friend had

been executed, and that they

(the warden and the guards) were

about to do a massive search to find the chemicals.



I had to go pee anyways. The bathroom

stall had a door but no lock, and was

painted the same shade of brown.



My hands were so covered with sweat

that I couldn't get them into the toilet

fast enough.



I kept wondering why I was there,

I mean, I've been around some pretty

intense people in my life but was

consistently the most "straight

laced," (not in appearance, but in

personality), of all of the circles

I've associated with since my late

teens. I've never had any problems

with the law. Which is sort of

funny -- people look at me and

often think I'm trouble, but the

fact is, I'm one of the most cautious

people I know.



My brother realized that I had the pills

and started screaming for the guards.

I was trying to wrestle him away and

put the pills into the toilet, because if

discovered, we would all be killed.



I finally got them all in and started

to piss and he got out of the stall.



He was still screaming. I wanted

to kill him for putting us all in danger.



I heard heavy steps and was

just flushing when the alarm clock

went off.