Warp Salad

9/30/2010

I was in bed with a woman that appeared to be of Hispanic heritage. After we finished, I drove a motorcycle with her sitting behind me. The bike had two clutches – one on each handle bar. I felt as if something else was controlling my riding habits, some sort of involuntary auto-pilot. I suddenly warped to an old stadium converted into a giant outdoor aquarium. Someone said, “Some poor girl died during a concert after she jumped from the bleachers. Her body was never found.” I instantly warped to this third world country containing poorly constructed wooden shacks and jungle vines growing out from the roofs. This half clothed doll fell out of the sky. I took its pants off to reveal a proper male anatomy. It turned its head, facing me, and began to mumble nonsense. I dropped it suddenly and then awoke.