Odd_Nonposter
Treebeard!

This dream starts out with me walking around in my front yard north of the house. It's slightly overcast outside. As I walk eastward, I notice a hexagonally-shaped mushroom that resembles a biscuit under a sassafras tree. [Odd, for a mushroom.] I recognize it as a psychedelic variety I think that I've seen from pictures on the Internet. I pluck the head off and go inside.

My house looks no different from how it is normally in real life. Wrapping the head in a couple of tissues, I flop down in front of the TV and watch some market report on a "weed economy." I stand up, and Dad walks in with a set of brown mutton chops for a beard. [???] We talk for a bit, then I head off to my room, walking past Mom, who says something like "people will buy weed!" "No they won't," I reply. I stop for a second. I think to myself, "Don't we usually take different sides? Isn't Mom anti-drug, through and through?" None the wiser, I keep walking. [I could have expanded on that, and probably gone lucid. Damn.]


I set my wrapped mushroom head down on my bedspread, tear off a corner of it, pop it into my mouth, and suck on it for a while. Nothing happens for a bit, then things start getting all wavy. [I've had these sorts of visual distortions all my life, just never this intense.] I pull out my iPod, and listen to a couple songs. The bass side of things is really faint, and everything high-pitched is accentuated. I lay down on my bed, trying to get a little bit of rest. As soon as my eyes close, though, I awake.

[Accomplished goal: take a psychedelic in a dream.]