More Dreams

Here's some more hallucinatory nonsense from your favorite cynic.

Last night I had two separate segments of my dream, so I'll tell you both.

The first part was a search for some sort of mystical liquid in a little beaker. It was called the Thurian fluid, whatever that means. However, if one touched the beaker, he would be instantly harmed. So the only way to get it was to numb one's hand with a spray-can (like the Windex kind) which in my dream I referred to as morphine. After you sprayed your hand with it, your hand would turn green and then you could lift the Thurian fluid without being harmed. This was all happening in a large warehouse filled with boxes. I found and picked up the fluid but I forgot to use the morphine, so I died.

The next part had me and my dad working for NASA. We were inspectors for a school district on some sort of lunar colony. For some reason, everyone kept referring to my dad as "Gangster." I suppose that was his title. Anyway, we were discussing something with a teacher while the kids were taking a test when a little girl was questioning my dad's authority. So he said, "Quiet, little girl, you lose a point." I suppose as an inspector he could do that. The girl grimaced and began to protest. "You lose another point," my dad said. She started crying. "You lose one more point." She collapsed on the floor. Then the teacher pulled my dad aside and started berating him for taking points. "Now she'll lose 100 points on the test!" the teacher cried. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize 3 points were actually 100 points lunar measurement!" said my dad. "I shouldn't have done such a dumb thing!" But the teacher vanished, like people do in dreams, and my dad started crying, apologizing profusely as he did so.

So yeah, that made little to no sense.