Meh.

[digitaldiscipline]

So, apparently in comeuppance for winning my first-ever game of Monopoly-like (Ghettopoly, at xany's place) and enjoying an exceedingly moderate amount of weird beer (one bottle of Bierzebub, a lovely 13% ABV brew), my subconscious decided that I'm the asshole I play on TV, and I spent a fitful night lucidly dreaming about losing my pants in a sporting arena, trying to give lil_m_moses a shave and a haircut with a quartet of butcher's knives (successfully, though she was very finicky about the hairstyle), discussing professional american soccer with my dad and a complete stranger, rambling around someplace that looked a lot like the Buffalo Zoo (as it was in my childhood) and ... stomping five young Native American girls to death.

o.O


What.
The.
Fuck.
Is.
This.
Shit?

What kind of asshole stomps people to death? What kind of sick fuck has their subconscious throw shit like that them?

Serves me right for getting the healthiest thing on the menu (thai chicken lettuce wrap).

In happier news, I share with you all the piece d' resistance from the Ghettopoly session, linguistically speaking: "Wizzench."

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[mitejen.livejournal.com]

I once dreamed that I was driving on I-4 and all these cars were passing me because I was driving sort of slow, and then I realized it was because my car was in poor condition, and then I realized I was actually driving the hollowed-out, rotting carcass of a highland steer on wheels.

Not much else to say about that, really.

[fenixinthedark.livejournal.com]

Here's a little tidbit for ya...

LSD is not technically a hallucinogenic on it's own. What it does is release the chemical that already exists in the brain that causes dream state while you are awake. So, if you look at it from that angle, what you had was a bad trip, man. Blame it on the chemicals.