I was working for a metal mine of sorts, still a programmer. They made this hole in the ground, they activated their device. My body suddenly was crushed under some kind of massive force wave like I was suddenly 100 yards underwater after spinning around 100 times. I turned my head and down from the sky towards the hole came these massive boulders… BOOM BOOM BOOM! They came close to me, but I was still safe, the business seemed less worried. I took tours of the nearby mining machinery operation with their massive steel machines. I came back a second since I needed to be there for the test… BOOM BOOM BOOM more boulders from the heavens closer, more overwhelming. I told them I no longer wanted to be a part of these starts.

I tend to really dislike school dreams… Never mind not having been to school for the past 5 years, the sneaky devils still roll around in my head. So a class was being taught by a brother of sacred heart, and he was teaching integrals. He made some homework assignment, which I hastily got busy on, but then he also set up a pop quiz just before that. So after completing the homework, I realized people were actually finishing up the pop quiz. I get to the pop quiz, and it’s all religion questions. So everyone turns it in and it’s me and two other dudes still working, me scrawling answers as time passes - the other two just without hope. A fat lady teacher with short dark hair, probably for the next class comes over our shoulders and tells us to put the pencils down. I rebel a bit, scrawl another answer, turn it in, and leave in a bit of an outrage. I walk to the windowed halls and start fuming because I’m upset about doing poorly, but also because I feel justified in saying that religion should not be in math. So I found myself gathering my arguments to take it to the faculty.

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Let me fly out of this body and out of your rules and structures and fulfill myself. Some terrible semblance of security and success claw me back down to reality every time. I see a vortex of space where man has failed. The fruit are hanging both low and high. I stare at them, pointing them out one by one but delirious with no desire to simply pluck. Some would say, just do it, but I don’t care so much about the tree of wonder. I just want a motherfucking vegetable from the garden. The wunderfruit are as pointless as the ordinary vegetables in the scope of my self reality, and I just want my own vegetables. The wunderfruit will not help with this.