SOC #31: Dreaming Rant

From my own personal experience, drugs don't work in your dreams. It began with me walking into a lobby of a five star hotel with a ziplock bag in one hand full of multicolored pills, shrooms, and fresh green salvia. I popped the pills like reese's pieces, and ate the shrooms and salvia with glee to no euphoric avail. No one seemed to notice what I was doing to my body, which was really nothing, because it wasn't working. I passed the front desk clerks, not bothering to check in, maybe because I already had a room. Someone stopped me before I made it to the elevators. The latino man had a brown mustache and wore a white Panama hat. He said to me, "You know, she's waiting for you." I said, "I'll find her." With no idea of where she was, the elevator door slid open and I entered. The music playing on the small speakers in the elevator was a metal, bluesy, rock and roll song I was simply unfamiliar with. The doors slid open and I exited to the hallway. I had no room key and no idea what my room number really was, but I walked down the hallway as if I knew where my destination was going to be. The drugs weren't working, my mind was clear and translucent, but the design on the carpet moved and reacted to my steps as if scared of my presence. I made no such acknowledgment of these details because the drugs weren't working. I opened my room's door without a key. "Hej hej," I greeted to an empty room. It was clean, quiet, empty, with the sun shining from the window. "What a lovely day," I said to myself, standing in the middle of the room. Then I threw the ziplock bag full of drugs onto the carpet floor, and screamed, "THERE'S GOT TO BE ANOTHER WAY!" Who appeared before me was my ex-girlfriend, dressed in a way I loved most about her: not slutty. She said, "There isn't, and wasn't much there." I said, "You know nothing but what you blindly seek." She put her hands in the pockets of her dark blue hoodie sweater, quiet for a few seconds, maybe almost two minutes, then said, "You can smash my car as much as you like." I found myself inside her boyfriend's apartment - in the kitchen - with my fists clenched so much I lost the feeling in both my arms. She was staring at me, smiling. Her boyfriend was beside her, took one look at me, then ran out the front door. It wasn't like I was going to do anything to him anyways. My ex-special-ladyfriend escorts me through the front door, down a flight of steps, to her fucking car, parked on an enormous patch of lawn. I immediately begin hitting her car with my fists, making some dents, but no damage going into the thousands. I do kick the lights to pieces. When I look up to the street I see one of the guys she fucked on the side driving by. He sees what I'm doing and shakes his head before doing a u-turn and parking his car. The trunk of his car opens and he gets out, goes to the open trunk, pulling out a sledge hammer. He walks up to me, holding up the sledgehammer in both his hands, saying, "This'll do the job." I said, "Thank you, pal." He replied, "My pleasure. You can keep it. I'm busy." He gets back in his car and drives off. Tires screeching so much smoke goes up into the clear sky. Realizing how much this was a waste of time, even if I did have the permission, I dropped the sledgehammer on the ground. It fell with a thump, but not on lawn as I expected, on desert sand. I looked up and I was in a desert grassland. The light wind on my face, moving my hair around, the smell of the clean air, the sun touching the skin on my face and neck felt refreshing more than ever. I did a complete three-sixty and found myself staring at the girl of my dreams filming a couple with a smartphone. Quietly, out of respect for her art, I lightly strolled up behind her. She said, still looking at the screen of her smartphone, "No reason to be so quiet. They're so in love, they can't hear others around them." I said, "Weird how a phone can capture something..." She interrupted, "Beautiful, wonderful, memorable blah blah. Yes, I've heard it all." It was suddenly cloudy, no blue in the sky, just gray. The couple being filmed didn't notice in the slightest. The girl of my dreams continued filming. I said, "You know what would be cool. If the sun was setting behind the clouds over there, and as it did the clouds parted, the sun shining through in the background of the lovers as they embraced. What do you think?" And it happened before she could answer. She said, still not having looked at me since I've been behind her (focused on her work; so fucking impressive), "That's amazing. Good job. So, are you going to ask me what you've come here to ask me?" I admitted, "There's no point really." She asked, "And why is that?" I said, "Because I know this is just a dream." She let go of her smartphone and let it hang in the air, still filming the happy couple. She turned around and came close to me, staring me right in the eyes, and said, "If you can't ask your question in a lucid dream, then how could you in the real world?" I replied, "Because I have too much respect for you." She playfully socked me in the shoulder, a grin on her face. I smiled, and said, "If our paths do cross out in the real world, I'll ask it then. Until then, let me enjoy this until I wake up."