Special dreams

Last night, while enjoying the bounty of soup I had created, Kelly and I watched a movie called Special and in it the main character complains about mundane dreams. That, basically, his life became so incredibly boring that he would dream about doing laundry and riding in elevators.
The opposite has become true for me. My dreams are regularly quite debaucherous, and while my real life isnt typically as hedonistic, it isnt usually mundane, either. I mean, you know this girl enjoys a night of drinking and playing pool as much as any other degenerate warming a bar stool several nights a week, but I am usually functioning and rarely even get to the point of slurring my words. In my dreams, however, I am a fucking hot mess. Usually its the case that I've gotten too stoned to function, right before an event that requires me to function. Last night, it was to be my first day on the job in a shitty burger joint (a job that I obviously only took out of desperation) and I showed up so baked that I could barely talk and the entire time my inner monologue consisted of different variations of the same idea: "This is retarded. What am I doing here? Why did I get so high? This was a bad idea" and so on. About a week ago the scenario was similar: my friend Jess (who Im sure almost NEVER smokes weed, if at all) and I get super ripped right before a rafting trip and I get too stoned to walk, let alone survive on a raft on the river - which I very well know will require at least enough coordination and balance to row and hold a beer at the same time without falling out of the boat. This time the dialogue went: "Oh shit Jess, I cant even walk! How are we gonna go rafting?" Obviously, I have enough sense to never do these things in real life, but in my dreams, I have no regard for any kind of sense whatsoever. I dont know, read into it what you will, perhaps its some sort of fear of failure due to excess partying or some other bullshit, perhaps its my subconscious partying it up because my conscious will no longer allow me do such things as often as I used to.
At any rate, its interesting to me that I spent the night making soup from scratch, drinking Pedialyte (dont knock the hydration, bitches) and watching movies and went to bed stone cold sober, yet in my dreams I am a lose cannon that will tear it up without regard to responsibility or any such grown-up things as a first day on the job. I just wish there'd be a little more variety, though. I mean, getting stoned silly is fun the first few times, but then it just ends up being the most boring debauchery possible. Everyone knows that you hit that brick wall where you are just comatose and end up either passing out, or eating everything in sight and then passing out. I could actually get away with that in real life if I were so inclined. I want to dream about stuff I cant do (for one reason or another) in real life like snorting cocaine off of strippers and swinging from chandeliers and smashing guitars or something more punk rock. I mean, thats gotta be the best dream possible - where you fucking paint the town red and wake up with absolutely no consequences at all (instead of, say, in a holding cell).

I see a bowl of soup in my immediate future. (Coincidentally, last night I got a text from my friend Shellie that said "Damn Chrissy, have you hit rock bottom? Thats when I break out the lentils." Not rock bottom, per se, Shellie, but a low point, yes. Thanks for pointing that out.)

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