Lucid Intent? No
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Dream of: 22 May 2013 "Gotta Live"
While my sunny-brown-haired ex-girlfriend Michelle (around 20 years old, as pretty as ever) and I are in the front seat of a car which I'm driving in Gallipolis, Ohio (the town of my birth), Michelle finds a round pale-green pill under a cover in the front seat and she immediately identifies the pill as a Xanax. I've taken Xanax before and I know what they're like, although I'm not particularly fond of them. Since we have nothing else at the moment, however, the Xanax sounds pretty good. The problem is that Michelle will obviously want the entire pill for herself.
After she and I step out of the car at the beautiful city park (which sits on the Ohio River in the middle of town), Michelle cuts off a tiny little sliver of the pill and gives it to me. I immediately put the pill in my mouth. It tastes delicious, like candy peanut butter, and I think the manufacturers of these pills must purposely make the pills sweet and tasty so more people will take them. I don't see what Michelle does, but obviously she also takes some of the pill.
As we walk through the park, I quickly start feeling the effects of the pill. I feel absolutely fantastic. Michelle also seems to be thoroughly enjoying herself and she starts doing either a slow-motion dance or some kind of slow-motion karate moves, and eventually falls over onto the ground. After I pick her up in my arms and start carrying her, I ask her for another little sliver of the Xanax, but she says that none is left. I know she still has a little bit, and she finally admits that she still has a small sliver left for her. I think her little sliver is probably enormous compared to the little sliver which she gave me, but obviously I'm not going to get anything else out of her.
As I carry her along the sidewalk on the Second Avenue side of the park - she now looks more like a mangled wire bird-cage than a person - I notice that the ground is covered with ice and snow. I have taken off my shoes and I'm walking through icy water up over my ankles, which feels great. As I pass a man (around 40 years old) standing on the sidewalk, he says something to me, and I realize that the man is my normally staid and stodgy first cousin Ronnie (who lives in Gallipolis). I stop and talk to him a bit. I feel awkward at having him see me like this when I'm obviously high out of my mind and I doubt that he will understand, but at least I'm able to talk clearly without slurring my speech. I'm not even sure the man is Ronnie. He's taller than I, and he might even be black. He's dressed warmly and I reflect that he must think it the strangest thing in the world to see me walking barefoot through the icy water and carrying this girl. To my surprise, however, he's very friendly. We talk for a few minutes and I continue walking. After I have proceeded a short distance, I turn around and sententiously holler back at him, "You gotta live once in a while."
Michelle is now walking again by my side. I muse out loud to her, "I wonder where my shoes are." I can't remember where I put my shoes and I also can't remember where the car is and I add, "I wonder where my car is."
Michelle points to the next block on the street by the river and indicates that my car is there, so we start walking in that direction. As we start across the street, a car is coming toward us fast from the direction of the river and I have to pick up the pace to avoid being hit. As the car passes, I notice that it has headlights all across the front. The beautiful car is low, sleek, and silver and I make a comment about its looking like a satellite.