dream040407 symbol junky ah hell. second important-seeming dream in two days, though this one wasn't waking. consciousness sets in, and i'm standing in a park of some sort, which gives off a vaguely "santa's candyland in the summer" feel. evergreen trees, piney smell, though the lawn is well maintained. i'm coming up to the last of a series of booths, 28 of them, to be precise. i've either forgotten about my experiences going through them, or my progression through them is just implied. i come up to the last booth, where there stands a man who reminds me of willie wonka, or maybe terrance mckenna. the drive of my interaction with him is intense, and just beyond indescribable. he's like, good show, mate, you've did a 24, but i still want to talk to you later about something. he then points my eyes towards his table, on which are signs indicating the way to booths 29 and 30. in the meantime i wander around the park a little bit, confused. the "score" of 24 has something to do with the way i interacted with the 28 booths i'd already visited. i know now that usually only visitors with a score of 28 get to proceed on to the higher numbered booths, though there are occasional exceptions for scores of 27. my brother, coming in behind me, has a score of 20, and the booth_tender is making a fuss about a bunch of paperwork he wants my brother to fill in. soon, though, someone else takes over the booth and the booth_tender leads me out over a path through candyland. i get a pang of alcoholism, and he says, we need to take a detour now, to a special tree on which are hung special liqueurs, from which i must drink one drop each (east). each drop will taste unknowably better than anything else i've ever drank (and then maybe i won't have such desire to drink anymore?). he brings me to a wall, or more of a cliff, with bits of tinsel rope hanging down it. without a word, he twists a section of rope around his leg, and falls upwards to the top of the cliff, where he steps over the lip. sensing i need to follow him, i try to imitate his feat. i have a small amount of trouble getting the tinsel to wrap around me leg, and don't so much fall up the cliff as stumble up its side. i get to the top, though, and say, i'm stumbling around like i were drunk. he says, you need to throw up now, then, and pulls an iron cauldron out from under a tree, and bids me to bend over it. i do so, and open my mouth to purge. i expel a sticky ball of blue, and wake up to discover that i'm face down on my bed, mouth wide open, forcefully drooling onto my bedsheets. so i missed the boat, once again.. and now i'm left to dig through the symbols and fix the "points" that i'm down.. hmm.. 040407 ... silentbob i had a dream i could overhear you talking shit 040407 what's it to you? who go blather from