The Desert

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SKY•Log 04.14.20
06:44 PST

Just woke up and took a bong hit and slammed a Mike’s Hard Black Cherry

I occasionally have very vivid conceptual based dreams that are centered in an abstract way on themes from my blue pill era.

As I just woke up, I was piecing together what I could remember from the last few hours of sleeping but I suspect part of my consciousness actively trying to block it out.

Anyway. All I can remember is being in the middle of a desert in 110+ degree sun. Exhausted and dehydrated. With two options.

01: Walk west for eight miles where Princess Pumpkin (Alaska Airlines flight attendant) is waiting for me. It would leave me still in the middle of the desert but she had left a note promising that she would have water and we would at least be together.

02: Or walk ten miles miles east which would guarantee that I make it to the nearest town where I could secure water, food and a way back home.

I chose to walk weat. It was only eight miles and Princess Pumpkin promised she would have water and we could be together.

Despite the extreme heat, I finally made it to her. Using up vital energy that I would have needed to make the alternate journey east.

When I arrived, she was smiling and in fact did have water. But it was only 6 ounces of water and I was beyond dehydrated. It barely helped and I realized that I had just walked in the opposite direction of where I should have been going.

Then she wanted to bang. Which we did but it consumed my remaining energy to marathon bang her and I could not replenish my lost fluids at that point. The fact that she didn’t start magically squirting cold Vitamin water out of her vagina at that point made me realize I was not having a dream but it was a nightmare.

And at that point, a beta drove up in a new Land Rover (looked like an Eddie Bauer edition) and she told me that she couldn’t stay because we didn’t have any water. I was like WTF

And she got in Beta’s Land Rover and he drove off. He was driving west. Where I shouldn’t started walking earlier.

I got up and began walking east but now instead of only being ten miles away, I was eighteen miles away.

The sun was beating down as I struggled to take each step. Dehydrated and on the verge of collapsing.

I was not going to make it.

And that is when I woke up. Literally covered in sweat, in my room. The feral cat that I rescued last winter, sitting on my bed looking at me with her eyes half open, doing that thing where she opens and closes her paws repeatedly. I looked around and realized I was trapped in a blue pill nightmare.

My subconscious took over while I was sleeping as some kind of advanced warning system to rewire my brain die to ex-pumpkins having used the Coronavirus shutdown to start texting and calling me again in the last three weeks.

Need to remember. Walk east. At all costs. Walk east – keep walking and do not look back.

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