Robert Urbanek
Member
In a recent dream, I am picking up drugs at night in a rural area from an old Native American woman working in a large tent under which are several plants. I have a Hispanic male assistant, who is there to carry my suitcase. Under the tent, the suitcase is filled with small plastic pouches of drugs, but not fentanyl, cocaine, or heroine.
I then see the woman holding a small planter containing a cactus-like plant. She asks if I want mescaline. I say no. She then sprinkles a white powder over the pouches in the suitcase, saying it is a preservative, not cocaine.
My most positive interpretation is that my essays, poems and books will become "drugs" that people will become addicted to.
I then see the woman holding a small planter containing a cactus-like plant. She asks if I want mescaline. I say no. She then sprinkles a white powder over the pouches in the suitcase, saying it is a preservative, not cocaine.
My most positive interpretation is that my essays, poems and books will become "drugs" that people will become addicted to.