Dreamjumper

I find myself outside near a convenience/appliance combination store wearing my trusty ‘traveling’ backpack I own only in my dreams. It, as usual, is stuffed with marijuana. Apparently weed is the only thing I feel I need to survive when traversing the dreamscape.

A teenager approaches me from across the street as if he knows me. The teenager asks me for some weed and offers to help me “get some pussy” in return. This disrespectful bartering prospect highly unnerves me, and sends me into a rage. I swing a right hook at him, but he is a minor and so I subconsciously pull back at the last moment and the punch doesn’t land.

The punk kid throws a deck of cards at me and they all spill and flutter around me. I dig into my trusty dream satchel to procure some sort of defense. I find my rhyming dictionary and throw it at the teenager. This has no affect and so I throw spoon after spoon at him… each of which I find inside my bag. With the kid distracted, I duck into the store and find myself at the model washers and dryers.

Cat shit covers my clothes now so I am given ample reason to use said washers and dryers. I strip down to my boxer-brief underpants and place my dirty clothes in an empty display washer. Everybody is very upset by my actions, and shake their heads at me… who stands wearing boxer-briefs, shoes and socks, and a backpack. Since I was half-naked, the authorities were notified so the police show up immediately… there had been a cruiser across the street and two officers witnessed the entire previous scene with the teenager. I am afraid because of how much marijuana I have on my person, and the immanence of being searched… I approach the police and surrender the rest of my spoons. Subconsciously I knew that I was dreaming and that I didn’t have to actually suffer the legal ramifications of the situation at hand and ended the dream to wake myself up before being busted for possession.