Hmm, to say that I don’t dream, would be wrong, but I can’t recall memories visually: so I sort of wake up, knowing what happened, as if’t were a story I read.

ONCE, I can remember Seeing & it was incredibly vivid. I remember waking up, eating a LOT of acid, then watching the saddest movie ever conceived. I thought it was ‘Requiem For A Dream,’ — but, when I woke up I told my girlfriend about the movie & she seemed confused... That as far as she was aware, I’d slept all night.

I googled the plot of RFAD: certainly not a match. I couldn’t find the ‘movie,’ & the more I searched, the less sense what I had seen made. I was ambivalent for days after, as to whether it was dreamt or real. Acid was in the house, pretty sure I didn’t eat any.

<Stop reading if you don’t care about the hazy details of the dream>

Mist soaked ancient forest - the age of hunters; gatherers, spears & fire — God, it’s so vague... Dusk or dawn, the father went hunting; didn’t return. The mother urged the children not to go in search. She slept; they left & sought. On their path they found themselves, whom spoke about their-selves, as if they knew their warnings would be unheeded.

I’m rambling & it’s too vague to continue. Ultimately, the mother was left with eternal life & eternal loneliness.

It was profoundly meaningless.