So I had a dream last night, and it was so detailed and memorable that for the first time in my life I thought to myself: What the fuck does that mean? So I decided I'll ask. If anyone reads this and knows anything about dreams or even has any cool theories, please let me know, it's oddly important to me for reasons I can't even fathom. I'm going to write it all down, and all thought patterns are from dream me, all thoughts and commentaries inside parenthesies are from real me when looking back on it.
So the first thing I can remember is that for some reason I was thinking about viruses, which naturally led me to the genius idea to sell medications to drug users (what?). Now when I was thinking about viruses I had a specific virus in my head, and the only feature of this virus that I could latch onto was that it made you bleed from your eyes and ears, but I knew it wasn't ebola.
So I tried to buy pills from a sidewalk doctor/pharmacy in new york (for some reason she was on the sidewalk).
So I tell the doctor that I think I have a virus, and she's all "Ok, which virus" Going smooth so far. So I reply "Em, I don't remember, but like it makes you bleed from your face? Like ebola, but not the ebola kind" And she's all "So ebola?" Fuck.
And of course I don't have ebola so I say "No no no no no, It's not ebola, I know that much, it's not ebola." So the doctor flat out tells me I have ebola, she can see my symptoms and yep, it's ebola. Double fuck. And because it was America I was worried I'd influenced her into thinking ebola, because here in Ireland the doctor tells us whats wrong and what to take, but in America you tell them? I think I heard that about like, medication ads in America? (Dream me's not so bright)
(And right around here is when my perception changes to the point where I no longer give a fuck about selling pills because the second the doctor told me I had ebola, my brain was like "shit really?")
But none of it mattered because after the doctor/tsa lady (she really felt like a tsa lady at this point, i think?) assured me she was going to proscribe me the right medicine (very brief moment of reassurance for me by the way, like "fuck yeah, gonna get cured of ebola!"), I saw the price tag on her computer and one box was like 1300 dollars. Fuuuuuu...
So then I'm all "fuck that, as it happens I'm not feeling sick any more" (Turns out the cure for ebola is fear of bankruptcy). Then I start to berate this poor tsa pharmacist (still on a new york sidewalk) about how it's too expensive and that's not how medicine works in my country, when out of nowhere the cops show up. And I try to reason with American police, and for some reason I'm talking very calmly, but they're still shouting and so is tsa pharmacy lady. Then I seem to dream realise that they're AMERICAN police, because I get super scared that they'll shoot me so I escape down an alley (what?).
So after that I no longer seem to have any symptoms and I kinda team up with some street kids and start crusading against massive pharmaceutical price mark ups like some kind of oddly specific robin hood/batman mash up that only deals with medicine prices. Then somehow I end up at a gypsy theater because reasons and I wake up.
WHAT DOES IT MEAN!?