Trip

“Follow your dreams,” his father had told him.

Based on some of the dreams he’d been having lately, he didn’t think that’s what his dad had meant.

The weird dreams were going hand in hand with the weird reality he was currently experiencing.

This was actually based on him following a dream of sorts. He’d felt his life stagnating and wanted to know which path his life should take. After not particularly much thought and soul-searching, he’d sold everything he owned and quit his job. He was currently living in a small cabin by a lake which he was renting very cheaply. So cheap it was actually free, although technically he was squatting rather than renting.

He had spent a significant chunk of his money on a large haul of mind-bending narcotics.

Every day for two weeks he had experimented with different cocktails of drugs hoping they would show him the way his life was meant to go next.

So far it had shown him nothing and he was nearing the end of his supply.

That night the drugs would tell him to go for a midnight swim and there would be no question left to answer.