The Meth Room
I have never done drugs in life. That's a fact.
Nor have I ever been curious. But the last thing I saw before sleeping was the SNL skit on E- meth.
That being said, the dream follows:
It's dark. Really dark. Mostly because it is night time. But partly because there is some war- type thing going on in the world. I am back to college. Only this was more international. I wish this was my real college. This college was a castle (because it's international, hello!). A college which holds classes at night- time- because it can.
We were on a break (not Ross and Rachel break) when the war- type thing started and all students were hustled in any class they could find. We were asked to wait it out before we could resume with our lessons.
We were on a break (not Ross and Rachel break) when the war- type thing started and all students were hustled in any class they could find. We were asked to wait it out before we could resume with our lessons.
We waited with bated breath. Its all very quiet. Nothing substantial happens. But I still made this known to you like it's important. It's not. Stop reading this paragraph. Seriously. Now. Okay. I'll stop writing this paragraph.
Once the crisis was over, we were allowed to proceed to our respective divisions. I, after searching many rooms, perchance happened upon a small chamber. The chamber was small (did I already say that?) and blackened from the inside like there had been little explosions. It was also filled with pots and pans. On one of the walls, in tiny letters, were the words- THE METH ROOM.
You know what happens next. I smoke meth (surprise! You 'smoke' meth right?). Anyway, smoking meth made me hungry, I find some potatoes which I neatly place in one of the pans to fry.
In comes Miss Haggard. I don't know why I feel like calling her that. She looks at me suspiciously. I am scared because even in my dreams, drugs are illegal. She asks me in a voice that would give the cats goosebumps, "What are you doing here?"
"I was hungry," I said trying to sound sincere and sober.
"Then you should cook in the kitchen. What do we have here?" she said and moved closer.
I tried to hold my breath lest she gets a whiff. She starts sniffing like a bloodhound.
"They have the best pans and pots here. The kitchen ones are rusty." That was all I could muster with my meth- infected logic.
"Hmmm, alright." she turned and left.
I stood there dumbfounded. She bought it? I didn't even know if what I said was true! At least she didn't notice 'THE METH ROOM' sign. Thanks to Miss Haggard, I had lost my appetite. Damn!
I march out of the room and grab a few friends on the way, asking each one, "Am I high? Can you make out that I am high? I have not had water since I had meth. Can you tell?"
Everyone looks at me strange because they are not my friends and they don't really know me. I bump into my college roommate. She is frantic.
"I can't find my division."
"Say what?" My meth- loaded brain is a little slow at processing.
"I can't find my division," she said again assuming I understood. I did. This time.
"What class did you have?" I wanted to help.
"I had Champagne 201"
"Oh." I look down from the 3rd floor balcony.
"Look, there.. at the second floor. Is that your class?" I said pointing to a group of students holding glasses of blue sparkling champagne.
"No, those are the seniors," she said dismayed, "We don't have blue champagne".
"I see.." I pondered for a few moments.
...loading in brain. Loading complete.
...loading in brain. Loading complete.
"You know what, let's go check the second floor, maybe your classmates got mixed up there." I think I said something useful, because she agreed.
We started walking down the stairs when I grabbed her arm and said, "Am I high? Can you make out that I am high? I have not had water since I had meth. Can you tell?"
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