Sunday = time for more MeCha dreams. Now with 100% more taz and ethylene! And, um, Jean-Michel Basquiat. →[More:] So I was married to Basquiat, and somehow he had gotten into trouble with the law and we had to hide out. So first we stayed with taz, in the Bronx. She was some kind of action hero and had a bazooka and dressed in fatigues. We had to leave when she shot down Bush's helicopter. Then we stayed with ethylene, but she would only let us stay if I brought all of my lab rats with me. But she made me bring them on the subway so I had this cart with all the rat cages on it and the other people on the train were pissed. Somehow, ethylene got us onto a flight out of the country, and as we were crossing the ocean the back of the plane blew out (kind of like Lost?) But we landed in the ocean and were fine. As soon as I knew Basquiat and I were fine, my dream turned to 3rd person and I watched the few people in the place that didn't make it. Turns out there were undercover competing secret agents on the plane that were following us, and they shot each other. Just before the plane blew up, some vegetables started to talk to each other. Then I woke up.

No drugs (except alcohol and caffeine) were involved in the making of this dream.