A brief scene from my memoir. This takes place in the woods near my college campus during my first ever LSD trip, and the true-events that unfolded.

By Bryan Wegman.

Trippy stuff.
I didn’t choose to exist… Whatever…

Inspiration.

In the midst of all of these dreams, these revelations, the ones that
haunt me and the ones that give me peace, there is one that shocks me the
most. One that recurs, that I have dreamed since before my memory begins. It
begins in darkness, always darkness, and then the monsters come. And they
chase me through the night, and into the dawn. Sometimes they are great
demons, who fly silently through the thickening night, who fall suddenly from
great heights to their victims, and sometimes they are giant wolves who run
on the wind, darkening the blackened sky with their howls.

It began when I was a child.

According to Scott Marlowe of the Pangea Institute, winter haven, Florida, skunk apes were first reported more than 200 years ago. Yes, there is a college course on cryptozoology–the study of hidden animals and the possibility of their existence. The most recent sighting was by a Lakeland, Florida housewife in 2004. The following tale did not happen except in my media room.

A poem which tells the story of a dreamer’s dreaming dream.

An insane man hallucinates.