Magic Mushrooms?

I’ve been having the weirdest dreams lately. You know the kind where the first lucid thought as you wake up is, now what the hell was that?! That kind…

Last night involved a cousin I haven’t spoken to in over a decade. Let me ask you something, she said. Would it be very weird if I moved to Brazil tomorrow to go and do some sports? And I believe I was about to answer her earnestly when a giant cow swooped down –yes, swooped. Where from, you might ask? I haven’t the slightest– and cut the string. And, apparently, the string was of utmost importance here, because that was the end of it.

The night before that, my father died (since it’s his 60th today, I didn’t like that one at all. But I spoke to him this morning and he sounded very alive…phew!). As if that weren’t bad enough, he was somehow in cahoots with an old classmate of mine from high school. I clearly remember the realization hitting me in my dream: cahoots! I can’t tell you more than that, only that the two of them were swirling around against a psychedelic backdrop with lots of purple.

What’s going on!? Should I be taking a closer look at the mushrooms I’m buying at the market?