* Not a movie thread
Last night, I dreamt I was Indiana Jones and I had a Mexican migrant worker sidekick. He convinced me that there were no more arhcaelogical discoveries to be made and the only option was to start growing fields of marijuana. Then I had fields of it growing along hills and everywhere, but I said "Isn't this too close to the road?" And suddenly I could see the road curving along the side of the field with the local town sheriff who was a friend of Indiana's, driving by. He waved then turned around and came back. I thought he'd notice the pot, but he didn't, and then billions of locusts descended in a widescale attack. I vaguely recall we fought them off with fire, but while we were fighting, the sidekick become four Mexican migrant workers. The first one stumbled out of the tiny shack on the property and fell dead, followed by the second, third and fourth; making a neat pile in front of the shack. Somehow one of the torches we were using to fight off the locusts fell on the second worker's face, and it turned out he wasn't dead, but the fire quickly killed him. We killed all the locusts and they had destroyed all the crops so they were completely unrecognizable. However as the sheriff turned to leave, he bent down and picked up a giant moth that had died with its wings outstretched. And the moth was holding tightly in its tiny hands, a partly chewed on marijuana leaf. Then I woke up.
Weird.
Last night, I dreamt I was Indiana Jones and I had a Mexican migrant worker sidekick. He convinced me that there were no more arhcaelogical discoveries to be made and the only option was to start growing fields of marijuana. Then I had fields of it growing along hills and everywhere, but I said "Isn't this too close to the road?" And suddenly I could see the road curving along the side of the field with the local town sheriff who was a friend of Indiana's, driving by. He waved then turned around and came back. I thought he'd notice the pot, but he didn't, and then billions of locusts descended in a widescale attack. I vaguely recall we fought them off with fire, but while we were fighting, the sidekick become four Mexican migrant workers. The first one stumbled out of the tiny shack on the property and fell dead, followed by the second, third and fourth; making a neat pile in front of the shack. Somehow one of the torches we were using to fight off the locusts fell on the second worker's face, and it turned out he wasn't dead, but the fire quickly killed him. We killed all the locusts and they had destroyed all the crops so they were completely unrecognizable. However as the sheriff turned to leave, he bent down and picked up a giant moth that had died with its wings outstretched. And the moth was holding tightly in its tiny hands, a partly chewed on marijuana leaf. Then I woke up.
Weird.
