Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
I have never smoked marijuana, and yet it often appears in…
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2003 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
I have never smoked marijuana, and yet it often appears in my dreams. Maybe it's the equivalent of wiggling fingers and whispering "wooOOOooo": a "this is a fiction" signifier.
In last night's dream, I thought, "perhaps this is a dream, or maybe it's the pot, but I think I'm engaged to marry former Vice President Al Gore." But my peers assured me that this was, in fact, the case, and I believed them. I didn't want to marry Al Gore, and therefore I made up my mind to break off the engagement. "Wow," I thought, "I'm glad I have the self-confidence to know that he's the wrong choice for me."
Oh, and I have only thirdhand acquaintance with the art and science of potsmoking, so that fostered some in-dream hilarity (or at least foggy "is this right?" musings). At some point toothpicks were involved.
And I saw Leonard briefly. Leonard, come home!
