Yea, I did eat a big hit.

I woke up at half-past noon today and took a long pee. I know the guys know what I'm talking about - the five minute pee that never seems to end, and you're surprised and almost scared but kind of relieved because, well, it's relieving, and you imagine that your bladder had somehow expanded to fill your entire lower abdomen. (Do girls have those gigantic, never-ending pees?) Anyhoo...

I went back to sleep and dreamt that my father and I were sharing drug stories of our past. As we told them, we could see them, as if we were watching our memories on a large television. He told me about this time he got caught eating LSD by his mother, and what he said. (Which is odd, because we've talked about this in reality, and he never took acid.) Then he gave me two sheets of LSD and as I ate them, I found myself standing in his memory, in my grandparents front yard. As I ate the two sheets, thinking that this was a lot to eat, but it should be okay because it's weaker 70's acid, I heard a voice from the sky, or maybe a voice from my mind (the two are one in the same, I'm sure) say to me, "You have slept three hours." To which I thought, "I better wake up."

Then I woke up and looked at the clock and saw that indeed, I had slept three hours.