Marijuana Exhibition

I was ditching class with some nondescript girl. We were walking side by side in the corridor of an office building. The floor we were on happened to be hosting a marijuana exhibition, in which numerous pot smokers demonstrated the effects of smoking pot in several separate stands distributed at intervals in the hallway. We saw many bizarre pot smokers as we walked through this tour of pot smoking. Some examples were:

1. A man with fire pouring out of his eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth. Note: This did not scare me in the dream (though it does when I think about it now).

2. A man with a set of bars instead of teeth (like Hannibal Lector), whose mouth was on fire. He promptly fainted when we approached him, as if on purpose for dramatic effect.

3. Two young boys playing hip-hop music using strange exotic instruments: one bowed a violin bow across a banjo to create bass tones, while the other used three claw-like appendages to pluck a string, creating the percussive backbeat.

Then, it was time to go to class.

I was in some sort of chemistry class, in a high school classroom setting. When I expressed my fascination at a concept that was being lectured, the entire class turned on me, and one classmate said, "uh, have you been missing the first two weeks of school, or something?"

I said, "yeah, but it's no big deal."

The teacher cheerfully said, "Well, that means he missed out of the black orange juice demonstration. We'll have to do it again, just for him." So she asked me to hand her a bunch of recipe ingredients to place in a blender. One of these was "ravenfrost," a black oily substance that felt weightless in my hands, and turned the entire orange juice mix black. She blended everything together and the finished product was a disgusting black. I knew, however, that the blackness was only deceptively disgusting, and when she poured the orange juice out, it turned from black to orange. The orange juice tasted normal. The supposed "chemistry lesson" involved was that Ravenfrost is a unique substance that is black by defualt, but changes colors when moved about in a certain manner. (note: Raven Frost is a unique ring in Diablo 2)

Then, it was time to go to BART.

I found myself at the Bay Fair station, and I entered the Dublin/Pleasanton train when it approached, because I was on my way home. However, when the train started moving, I saw some scenery I had never seen before. "Feleker's Restaurant?" (I don't remember the exact word, but it started with an F) I said to myself as I gazed outwards, doubtful that this was the real Dublin/Pleasanton train. This train was definitely going the wrong way. I resolved to change trains at the next station, so that I could get back home without too much delay.

The next station was, unfortunately, Disneyland. I say unfortunately, because the line to board the departing train from Disneyland was ludicrously long (just like everything else in Disneyland); I'd have to wait a couple of hours before getting a ride back home. Moreover, Disneyland was the last stop, so I couldn't just keep riding in the same direction until I got to another stop. Peculiarly, the incoming trains all looked like regular BART trains, but the outgoing trains were stylistically red and gold choo-choo trains.

A breakthrough. I saw my family in the line, and they were nearly in the front! I could just cut in with them, and get home quickly after all.

But then, I realized I was actually in the past; I had somehow traveled backwards in time. The memories were all coming back to me now. Days ago, my family and I waited in this exact line, and got on the train. Someone reportedly saw a "ghost" in the back of the train, and then some people took pictures with the ghost. (note: these are fake memories that my dream spontaneously spawned.)

Since I must not tamper with history, I could not afford to let anyone see me. "Ok, activating cloak." I pressed a button on my hand-held device. But no, the button should be made deeper, like a reset button, so I won't accidentally brush my hand on the button and deactivate my cloak. Ah, even better, a button so deep and a shaft so narrow that only my left hand pinky can access it. Yes, ok, that's good, I thought to myself while manipulating this inconsequential detail of my dream.

History began to repeat itself nonetheless. People spotted a shadow of me despite my advanced cloaking device. Despite my near invisibility, people (including my family), took pictures *with* me, as if I were someone dressed up as Mickey Mouse. This was particularly unsettling, so I backed out even further until I was well away from the train. I was now in the woods, where the trees and lack of light concealed me from would-be spectators.

In the woods I spotted some little kids running around and playing by a small (approximately 5 x 10 feet) man-made pond bordered by concrete. They all fell in. The girl and the fat boy quickly climbed out, but the skinny boy was having trouble.

"Well, aren't you going to help him out?" I asked. No response; apparently not. So I ran over and helped him out, and he got out fine.

Then the fat boy randomly fell in the pond again. I helped him out, but he was unconscious since he had hit his head while falling in. As he lay on the dirt I noticed that he had no mouth -- just an odd opening that seemed sewn shut. I fixed this problem by pushing on his stomach, which forced this opening to open into a normal-looking mouth, as he gushed out water and gasped for air. I turned him onto his side, which helped him get air. Then I noticed that he had no nose, and that his face was frighteningly inhuman. This, however, did not scare me very much.

That's all I remember.