I had a very strange sort of dream. I knew I was going to go on a road trip with my sister. We used to sing together all the time, mostly Disney songs, and I was trying to get a copy of a certain song from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. This led, through a strange series of events including having to learn how to communicate with a mute, telepathic child, to me getting a contact high.
As I was searching for the song, after I had run into some old friends one of whom grasped me weeping, I was told to go over there—over there being in a shared parking lot from where I was. There was a tall, white wall, and set up beside it in the parking lot was a pool, or series of pools, with a lot of steam. The store’s owners were there. I went where I was directed, but realized too late that it wasn’t just steam—there were magic mushrooms growing along the edges of the pool.
I felt myself getting dizzy in the dream and only just stopped myself from falling into the pool. Crawling back towards the store, I began to wonder if this was how the psychic kid from earlier got his powers.
Then I blacked out and began a dream within the dream that was so nonsensical I can’t describe it. One image, though, stands out of all the chaos and noise: Buzz Lightyear, had been running around in the backrooms of the store, fighting an evil machine, but the machine won. It cut off his head and put it on, and then, as this hybridized creature, I was able to enter the inner room.
My mind’s eye would not look up upon the thing inside the room, though I could see Buz, or the thing wearing his head, gazing up into it. This thought, though, I thought: Am I the head, or is the machine body in control? The answer seemed to be the machine.
Then, we finally went on our trip, and we were staying with a famous astronaut—a Japanese man. He gave my sister and me something unpleasant to drink—mixed with water—and he had a little himself. So we drank and watched TV; I crawled into bed and woke up.
It was a very strange dream.
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