If I Stop DreamingJohn MacBeath Watkins3
"College?" A look of understanding and relief came over Dr. Motherwell's face."Tell me, were any illegal drugs involved?"I hesitated. I didn't want him to get the impression this was just a doper's dream."It was the one time I took LSD," I confessed.
I knew that ergot mold had been used for 2,000 years as a migraine cure, but I couldn’t
get any, and besides, the side effects can be distressing and sometimes fatal. There wasanother drug I knew of that sent blood to the same parts of the brain, and that was LSD.
Someone had told me people who tripped regularly didn’t have migraines. I thought it
was worth a try. I already had hallucinations that went with the migraines. I would see aglowing aura around objects and people. I thought the hallucinations without themigraines would be preferable to those that accompanied the migraines.I took what was supposed to be a small dose, one that my dealer told me I couldfunction while taking. Drug dealers, it seems, are not as trustworthy as pharmacists.Before long I was beginning to think it was a mistake to go to my classes on the drug.This is understandable, because the side effects of the drug that I considered undesirablewere the effects the drug dealer was selling. No doubt my dealer thought he was doingme a kindness.In Lit, we were discussing Robinson Crusoe for some reason. It was a book mostof us had covered in high school, if not junior high. There was this very smart girl, LeslieNorman, who thought it was just dumb that we had to do such a juvenile book. She hadread it when she was a pre-teen.