Vivid Altered States..

I have an unusual tendency to recall dreams more than anyone I have ever met. Let's begin with one I had a few months ago, an adventure within my altered state by yours truly, The Scrabble Dunce.

It begun at a mall with my cousin in Boston. I believe we were at a 'uni' just doing the usual, walking and conversing peacefully. Then the scene switched after Taylor got lost and I could not find her and before I knew it I was in Poland. Yes, I was in Poland in my dream.

It then began with walking with a friend of mine I met via Scrabble. I know, insane but these are the types of things that occur with being a scrabble addict. You start dreaming about those you scrabble with.

We were just walking and there were these men in red masks throwing rocks at us, given they were Polish natives and we were tourists they hated us immediately. So, we kept walking past more men in Red Masks that were guards I assume and into this big hostel area and in the back there were kids our age in orange suits. There were two sides, and I'm not sure what these sides meant but when I got to one I was no longer with the person I was originally walking with.

At this point I was going nuts because I was in Poland being treated like shit, and I was alone with some Pollock's throwing rocks at me. So whatever, I kept walking and I was looking for my friend and this is when it got a little fuzzy. All I remember was now once I found her we were taken to this room, however, we were only outside the room and noticed that there was a sign on the door that said "Morgue." So whatever, at this point I was again pretty scared because there were dead people in freezers and shit, and that's pretty disgusting.

So I was just chilling in a separate room away from the morgue and from the people in orange suits. A hefty women with a light in her hand approached my room, she lead me down the hallway in front of the morgue and she knocked.

I remember saying, "Am I going to die?"

She shrugged and the door opened. A man was in there who ran the morgue, he was pretty sketchy and wore disgusting clothes and his 'apartment morgue' 'duplex morgue' shit hole looked like it belonged to my sister.

So, I'm observing this little morgue. There's a morgue part of it and there's a kitchen area and a really shitty bathroom like that kind you saw in the first Saw movie. Really shitty, I know.

Now there's more people in the room, one person being my scrabble friend. And the guy sat us down for dinner, and this entire time I was all, "Am I going to die?"

I'm eating the dinner now, and I'm observing it and I was saying to myself, "There's no fucking way this is animal."

It was human food, I'm sure. So the morgue director was a cannibal, wanted to kill me and abducted my scrabble friend all in fucking Poland. So just when I thought this bull shit could get any worse, or he'd bring out his cactus knife to shank me and eat me, I walked into the bathroom and got a better look. I looked at it probably for a second and got called back into the 'dining place' where I kept insisting I wasn't hungry.

I was standing there observing the morgue guy talk with the hefty woman again and my scrabble friend was with me standing next to me. Now keep in mind, I never found my cousin so I was like shit, well as long as I'm not going to die now. Selfish I know, but...I really thought I was doomed.

And then I woke up.

(This dream really happened.)