. As the Dreamtime falls over the group, Bob announces its time that we get this party started. The floor begins to shake and the walls start vibrating. In a whoosh, the walls fly away. You look around to see the group standing in an open space surrounded by palm trees. The ocean is visible off in the distance.
This story was started over a group chat session by multiple authors.
If you would like to add to it, please add a comment and we’ll get it included in the story.
Color coding for author:
- Matt
- Jimmy
- Allison
Story:
So there I was on a college campus toking up in the dorm bathroom …
. when I was accosted by a group of Jesuits with fire in their eyes…
. the fire turned out to be a reflection off my lighter thru the haze. A big smile crossed their face and they said we won’t have any problems if you brought enough to share…
. And share I did… We passed the cape pen round and round, each time having to remind Father Joey to stop bogarting the thing…
. Damn autocorrect!! Vape …
. Shocked by the random outburst about damning autocorrect, Father Joey realizes you are still in a dorm bathroom and recommends the group move to a safer environment inside the secret hall…
. We were headed to the Hall of Angels (known as the Cloud Room during late night hot box sessions), and as we approached, we could hear that things were already in full swing…
Intermission… Random conversation about cats and balls …
. The light in Hall of Angels flickers because it is completely lit by 2000 candles. Father Joey turns to you and says, You’re in for a real treat. We are performing a séance this afternoon to celebrate the life of Bob Marley. You realize that “No Woman, No Cry” is softly playing over the hum of the gathered crowd…
. And you remember that cats can also make you cry, but before tearing up, you notice Jerry Garcia and Snoop Dog making their way to the stage…
. So you roll a blunt …
. After taking a few hits you stop to ponder why you are now constantly thinking about cherry ice cream …
Intermission… Random conversation about illustrations and hating a certain someone at work …
. Cherry… Jerry… Ben… Merry old gentlemen… Ring around the rosies, a pocketful of dope… Cherry AK-47, to be exact. Reddish-purple with a cherry aroma, this strain has a smooth cherry flavor with a creamy sandalwood aftertaste. It was Father Joey’s favorite…
. A hush comes over the crowd as Father Joey floats onto the stage. He grabs the mic from Snoop and says, today marks the 35th anniversary of Bob Marley’s death. We welcome all of you. Before we get started, everyone please take a hit from the ceremonial bong…
. With that, Father Joey pointed to the back of the hall, where curtains parted to reveal a 30’ glass piece sculpted by none other than Dale “Doctor Chronic” Chihuly during his Indica Noir period. From the main chamber, 33 individual mouthpieces extended like tentacles of some giant sea monster, but a lot more inviting. Atop two platforms, one each side of an overflowing bowl measuring 5’ across, stood a single Jesuit, cloaked in tie-dyed robes. Between them hung a hefty “torch” lighter, which they were using to get things stoked up… Sweet…
. You embrace the sea monster and take a deep drag and every bit of tension instantly vanishes. Father Joey declares that the master of ceremonies has arrived. You look over to see a figure rising out of the embers of in the bowl. Oh my god, it’s Bob Marley! The figure turns to the crowd and says Don’t worry about a thing, every little thing is gonna be alright! The crowd replies in unison, Get up, stand up, don’t give up the fight!…
. As the intensity grows, several Jesuits gather around Bob, gleefully taking on the role of the Wailers… The great hall grows smokier still, walls reverberating with the sounds of an ever louder Funky Reggae Party… A trio of monks with didgeridoos descend from above, circling the crowd and hastening the onset of the Dreamtime…
. As the Dreamtime falls over the group, Bob announces its time that we get this party started. The floor begins to shake and the walls start vibrating. In a whoosh, the walls fly away. You look around to see the group standing in an open space surrounded by palm trees. The ocean is visible off in the distance…
Jimmy jams... 