Last night, I stayed up until about 5 AM partying. I woke up the next morning at 9:30, went to my one class of the day, then went to lunch, where I ate pasta and a salad. I didn’t feel very well after eating this, so I went upstairs to a lounge, laid down on a couch with my hands behind my head, and fell asleep. Five minutes later I was awake, completely paralyzed; I felt the sensations of moving my arms and legs about, and felt it actually happening, yet nothing was moving at all. I saw my roomate and one of my friends come up to me and talk to me; one of them was telling me how there was Klezmer music playing from my record player and that he “didn’t want to listen to Klezmer music while we were getting high.”
Then I had the sudden and bizarre thought that the song “Poison Arrow” from ABC (which I know only from the soundtrack of Grand Theft Auto: Vice City) was actually about the Desert Storm general Norman Schwarzkopf. (This phenomenon has actually happened to me before, incidentally; one night, when on a certain unmentionable substance, I got it into my head that the line about “the lunatic on the grass” in Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon was actually about GOLF [the “lunatic on the grass,” get it? Like, “he’s a real lunatic on the grass”, as in golf course.] The only difference is that Poison Arrow being about Norman Schwarzkopf makes no sense at all.
Then all of a sudden I heard someone shout “bourbon!” and I had this incredibly vivid mental image of a bourbon dispensor right on the wall of the hallway. After this, I saw a gigantic man, abnormally tall and hugely wide, try to squeeze through the doorway. To top the whole experience off, I had a vivid experience in which I was watching Brad Pitt explain how he had been cheating on his wife, go into Gwyneth Paltrow’s house, have sex with her, and then play fetch with her dog.
Between each of these experiences I was straight enough to write down what was going on. I wrote it all down in a notebook. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, the mysterious word “buyoes” was also written on the page (I think that the word came to me somehow and I felt it neccessary to write it down.)
Now tell me:
WHAT THE HELL CAUSED THESE INSANE THINGS TO HAPPEN TO ME?
Lest you think I’m storytelling, I’m not. I’m not trying to regale you with fanciful tales. This actually happened and I want to know why it did. My father suggested that pasta causes people to experience vivid dreams and hallucinations. Is this true?