Sunday, August 16, 2009
I’m Tripping on Acid… Literally!
I was dreaming, and for whatever reason, the world was over. It was just fucking done. Of course, as with any good Apocalypse, there were a few rag-tag stragglers left behind and they had all converged on this house. Even though it was a crack shack, it was powered by all this nuclear science mumbo jumbo, which involved these open pits of acid. Green acid, to be precise. It starts raining, though, and these pits start to flood. It starts moving through the house, so it becomes this classic video game scenario where I was running and jumping over pits of acid. I tried to get the other people of the house, but they’re just fucking idiots. Some of them were mutants too. Like 14%. One might have been Sabertooth too, I’m not sure. Anyway, their bright idea is to barricade themselves in, using furniture. You can see how this might not work. They’re using towels under the door like they’re trying to hide pot smoke. At one point, they’re holding a door shut with a cabinet as it buckles in from being dissolved, and they’re gone. I’m running through the acid now, and my feet are melting, and it hurts like a bitch. With each passing moment, there’s fewer places to run to. I think the dream ends with me being surrounded on all sides. Delightful.
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