The Mesa

Date: 5/6/2016

It's dusk. I remember a house and the Autumn colors outside, shades of red and brown and the smell of pollen in the air. It's a sizeable piece of land in a neighborhood of similar houses on large plots of land, some nicer than others. There are many leaves scattered about making up the landscaping beds. The house is one of those mobile homes. As old as it is, it's in a fairly nice condition and is accompanied with a second living abode out back. There was a strange man here with me, he was definitely crazy and out of place. I realize he's doing drugs of different sorts and he even offers me some, to which I eventually accept because he seemed happy and content despite my perception of his insanity. He gave me a white powdery substance and I put some in my mouth as well as inhaled a little through my nose. Some time passes and it's pretty saturated now, I take out the small pinch tucked into my bottom lip in fear of it being to much and lay it on a bathroom counter. Walking over to the mirror, I gaze at my reflection curious of how it has effected me and notice a difference. One arm is bigger than the other, my left arm has shrunk substantially and my whole body is wavy, I look away and back again and only the waving persists. I liken it to a lucid dream and notice the similarities, the drug works. Though, I didn't come to the realization it was all just a dream. I go to explore my environment with this new found experience. It's night time outside now and I find my self strolling down the not so traveled roads. I decided to start running, like I did in my old lucid dreams, the feeling is so familiar and similar that it makes me want more of this potent dream drug. I sprint, rapidly I pick up speed like in the dreams of old, traversing at speeds beyond the capability of man. At one point I'm even on all fours, running like a beast. As I approach the house I gain my footing and come to a walking pace. On the right side of the house is a small plack that just says "Mesa". I wake up.