michael-dean-k/

I had a weird sequence of dreams, but one facet of it stood out and unified them: I was in a doctor's office, and I had to drink this concoction. There were one of two reactions: either nothing would happen, or I'd have extreme reactions, which would confirm that I did in fact have a poison inside me, and that the "worm" I just drank would be working to rid myself of it. After 5-10 seconds, I felt the first side effect (can't remember it), which noted that, yes, this would be an ordeal poison. At one point, I was leaning back, and had mysterious closed-eye hallucinations. But the doctor sent me on my way, and told me I was bound to throw up eventually.

Then at some point I was at Andy's new house (who is suddenly rich?) and we're driving through what appears like a CGI rendering in his sports car (he and I founded a CGI company a decade ago), and I warn him about the worm and that I might throw up over all this nice things.

Later on, we are at a museum, some architectural marvel over an architectural site. It feels familiar, like a structure I've seen in a previous dream, with the grandiosity of the Salk Institute or Louvre. Some tour guide who reminds me of Judy DiMaio is spewing facts like a tour guide, like how before this was constructed, there were indigenous who crossed the Pacific around 600 AD and settled here, making this also a bone site. I remember going into a public bathroom with nausea (first the women's room, by mistake), but the worm vomit never quite came.