Last night I had a dream I was on drugs. I’ve never so much as smoked a joint, and my alcohol consumption has been minimal, since I was raised Mormon. But I liked being on drugs in my dream. I dreamed that I was outside looking at the night sky and there were more stars in the sky than I have ever seen … even more than that one time I went into the Utah desert at night. And then I saw all these connections between the stars, rays of light forming constellations, filling the sky. It was incredible.
Part of my mind knew I looked like an idiot with my mouth agape and waving my hands in front of me, but the other part of my mind didn’t care because it was so wonderful. It seemed like a portentous dream, so I decided to write it down here. I have a feeling I’ll be coming back to this later.