mazirian - I Escaped From Hell To See Cheech's Public Bowel Movement Procession

[Hot off the neurons!] I've been reading Lovecraft all week, which resulted in a strange dream. I was in Hell. It was a subway station in Boston with no exits and all the passageways leading back to the center of the station and all the bathrooms out of order. That's almost hackneyed, but fortunately it gets better.

I found a fungus growing on the walls of the subway station and somehow I knew that if I ate the fungus I would be able to dream my way out of the station. This method of escape worked and soon I found myself flying over a spectacular shining city. This part of the dream was definitely inspired by reading Celephaïs. Later I would wake up and wonder "where the hell did that come from?" It was one of those moments where your dream mind comes up with something so much more amazing or witty or beautiful than anything you've ever conceived of while waking, that you have to wonder if you have secret capacities or if you just recall the notion that you saw something amazing rather than the actual vision itself.

In any event, I landed in this city, which turned out to be ruled by Cheech Marin of Cheech and Chong. He was in a public square where droves of cheering people had gathered. Cheech was on a giant glass throne borne by slaves and attended by dancing nymphs throwing rose petals in the air. I quickly understood that this procession was headed to the "golden throne", which in fact was a sort of royal toilet, and that this was Cheech's Public Bowel Movement Procession.

I woke myself up laughing.