COFFEE DREAM (2004)

He convinces me that he is giving me a cup of coffee, but it tastes like a thick cream of dried up white paint, crushed. I noticed it was white, unlike coffee. "It's your mind," he says.

I ask for cream and sugar, and the other guy looks at me funny and tells me that that's an odd thing to do and that people don't do that. I then wonder if someone is playing a joke on me, I play along. 

I take a sip of the substance, more like suck a piece of it into my lips and break it off like I'm eating an ice cream cone. It's not bad! Am I really drinking coffee right now? Or am I doing something else? 

"It's your mind..." he tells me.

I then eat the cup, like it's something I'm supposed to do, like it is the bread bowl of a thick soup.

"I love having base flatlining love sessions that awaken my inner power," I say.

Then he replies, "But you didn't have a love session that awakened your inner power?"

"I know, but you're hat says- 'don't stare at me like you just saw a corpse laying there that died with a middle finger sticking out of it's fist'."

I take a swig of water out of a wine bottle. I taste the water and feel the wetness of the liquid in my mouth, but the chunks of flaky powder remain in my throat.