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Sketch2 is my new journal.

Anyways, the dream was fragmented, and I'm writing this three hours after it happened.

I remember two main events; getting my bowl, and getting drunk.

I'll start with the second event, because I'm forgetting it fast.

I don't ever drink. Alcohol has never agreed with me, but in the dream I was playing a game where I had to drink certain amounts of alcohol to pass to the next level, where the amount was even greater. I remember getting past 15, 40, 45, 50, 150, 445, so on. I don't know what the number represent, but I remember that if you lost, the whole board got bigger. ie. that 445 started out as like 145 before I kept losing. I don't remember how you lost, but it was probably just defocusing. Anyways, I remember finally beating the game and feeling infinite copies of the world in my head. It was like I was lagging in real life, I felt myself duplicating and falling behind, it sucked. Getting drunk sucks.

Before this though, I got my bowl in the mail. I ordered a bowl online to smoke legal herbs (salvia) and I paid quite a hefty amount. I am still waiting for it, too.

Anyways, in the dream I opened the package and pulled it out, and it was only like 2" long. I was pissed, but I noticed it had a bunch of resin, so I took some hits, and that was nice. I didn't really get high obviously, but it was a nice feeling.

I beat the shit out of this kid I know, it would happen the same way if it happened in real life too.

Not much to it, I just saw him, and jumped his ass.

OK, so it starts off at an airport. Maybe 50 planes, and 150 people. Well, it turns out there's THE STORM on it's way. The biggest storm ever, the end of the world. We decide to get in the planes and try to outrun it by my suggestion. I was appointed leader and was lead plane. We fly for an hour or so and then the storm catches up to us, I call for emergency but nobody responds. We go down.

I remember laying on the ground, and lightning hit the ground not 15 feet away from me, and I jumped to my feet.

Well, now there's 150 people, young and old, on the ground hurt with me to look up to. Thinking fast, I talk to everyone and get the doctors and dentists and nurses and whatnot to go around helping people. Two days later, we decide to start heading west. (By the sun)

So, we walk. It takes AGES, but we manage it to a city. Water and food wasn't really an issue that came up. Anyways, at the city, we find this kid with a cigarette, he has it split down the middle and was like snorting the tobacco or some weird stuff. Anyways, he has a compass. I take it and figure out my headings. All that time we had been going NNW. It was heartbreaking. We had made hardly any progress. I was so upset about how I let them down that I had a spasm, I threw the compass away and I'm siting up in my bed in awe.

I felt like I had accomplished SOMETHING simply because I saved 150 lives. Without me, they might have stayed there and died. But I took the reigns, and led them to safety. It was tough, I never got to my destination, but it beats waiting for certain death by a long shot.