Sertraline Dream #2: Snack Food of the Future


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My high school art room seems a bit different. I'm not sure if it's just me or if the kilns aren't in the proper place.

I've got something in front of me that I'm supposed to eat. It sort of looks like a thing of Dunkaroos where you dip something into something else, but instead of frosting it has something that looks like coarse, damp sand. Whatever it is, it's granulated.

I, and the rest of the class, dip our food into this substance.

This is apparently supposed to prepare us for the imminent decriminalization of marijuana, so my teacher has procured us a snack. The sandy thing is something that has tetrahydrocannabinol in it, but it has to bake first. Guess the kilns are going to come in handy.

After these cookies begin to bake in the kiln, some sort of policeman enters the room. He must have gotten a tip. He looks around a bit for controlled substances, but finds nothing and leaves. You have to wonder why, given that it was in the kilns.

The now-cooked drugs are taken out of the kiln, and I eat mine.

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I've never knowingly had marijuana or tetrahydrocannabinols. The substance in the dream really was like damp sand, if I'm not misremembering it.

  • #85 Posted 7 years ago
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Fascinating, as others' dreams inevitably are. I like that you don't seem to have embroidered it, or attempted to make it more coherent in the telling. It's more authentically dream-like that way: absurd, and odd, but held together by its own internal logic.

  • #107 Posted 7 years ago
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