Devin, Blake, this bleached hair psycho punk boy and I are driving around in this ancient black Oldsmobile. I’m sitting up front and as i look into the windshield it’s just a big fish eye mirror reflection tinted deep green, so i can see Devin and Blake sitting, stiff & straight up in the back seat, wearing black and white suits. next to me is this punk with short spiked bleach blonde hair, red lipstick, its smeared onto his teeth as well, he’s got his face up to the window, looking around frantically, and kind of talking to himself, very twitchy. I’m sunk down into my seat,  trying to touch these green clouds that are outlined in bright gold, they’re floating by in the mirror reflection. then i catch Devin’s face starting to spin but his head is still, then Blake starts to echo himself, not in sound but in movement, like he kept coming towards me and it would ripple throughout the car but he wasn’t moving at all. i look to my left and realized no ones driving the car, the car doesn’t even seem to be on, but we’re moving. we’re driving all over this red neck town, huge over-all wearing, dip spitting men with rifles hung over their shoulders. the punk kid starts talking about how we’re going to

“burn it down, burn them all down, and gut them and see how they like it”.

I now have my face pressed up to the window, looking around frantically. every other run down building has a sign on it  ”BUCK RANGE” .  the car never stopped but i could see what was happening in the buildings as if i were in them. these rednecks were all laughing, drinking beer waiting until the next round. the place was a shooting range but they were shooting live deer, buffalo, moose etc… it was disturbing.

now the car is driving along side a railroad track until we finally pull over in a place no one would see us. the punk kid jumps out and starts to pace, talking to himself devising a plan to obviously burn down and destroy these Buck Ranges. I look up into the windshield to see Blake and Devin, they’re still sitting in the same position and haven’t said one word, neither have I. once again everything is rippling like water, changing colors, looking like a kaleidoscope.

I finally ask “whats going on, with the world? whats happening?”

Blake started to shake his head and say “you guys shouldn’t have taken that acid, we’ve been in the car for hours!”

i suddenly have a flashback of Devin and i sitting on a kitchen counter dropping acid into our mouths. i start laughing and turn around to face Devin, he’s smiling, drooling and his eyes look upside down. then his earlobes start to turn red and melt down to his shoulders, i cant stop laughing and Blake thinks we’re idiots. then i jump out of the car and see the punk kid has axes and shovels,

i scream ” lets fuck up some buck ranges!”

 then I wake up, I’m on the airplane home, I’m sweating, my jackets half way off, my face had to be red, I’m seriously burning up. I’m also in a totally different position from when i fell asleep, all sprawled out and what not. the lady sitting next to me looked freaked out. i can tell she kept wanting to ask me if i was okay but when she would turn toward me she’d just smile and nod and turn back away. hahaha i cant believe i dreamt about doing acid.