I had a dream once where me, a penis and an elephant danced through a field of daisies while the mystical meadow fairies sung to us with their heavenly voices while Henry Kissinger and Peter Kropotkin played the trombone and violin respectively in the background. All before me and the penis ritually murdered the elephant for his supposed role in the Elephant massacre of 1918 and made passionate and caring love to one another wrapped in the elephants repugnant innards. I then awoke to find myself naked on the floor of a strangers bathroom, festering in a pool of my own vomit, piss and shit while several immigrant children stood over me with looks of abject disgust splashed across their faces while their mother in a language I still have trouble placing screamed something that I rightfully gathered was meant to get me to leave.
I promised myself on that day that I would never ingest any strange solutions given to me by strange men on street corners ever again.