Dream of: 07 November 1989 "Parrot Evidence"

I was sitting on a bed in what appeared to be a motel room, and was talking with my old Portsmouth friends, Ramey and Walls. I began telling Ramey about a trip which I had taken to California about six weeks earlier. I had stayed in California for three weeks, and I told Ramey the trip had been similar to the one he and I had taken when we had hitchhiked to California years before. I even told him I had seen many people on this trip whom he and I had met on our previous trip together to California. One of those people appeared to have been a person who had sold drugs on the streets when Ramey and I had been in California. On my recent trip, the fellow had been emaciated and in poor health.

On my recent trip, I had stayed with seven or eight different people whom Ramey and I had previously met in California, and I described to Ramey my experiences with the people. My recent trip had also reminded me both of trips to Europe and to Ohio, and I even mentioned that during the trip had I stayed a few nights in my Cabin on the Gallia County Farm.

When it finally occurred to me that Ramey might have some marijuana, I turned to him to him and asked him if he had any. At the same time I asked him if he had quit smoking marijuana. It seemed as if I myself hadn't smoked in a long time, and I tried to remember whether I had quit smoking.

After Ramey reached under the blanket on the bed where we were both sitting and pulled out a cellophane baggie containing a leafy substance, I held the baggie in my hand and looked it over. Some leaves in the baggie didn't look like marijuana and I was sure that some were oak leaves.

Upon closer scrutiny, the baggie appeared to also contain water, and in fact I saw four or five tiny fish swimming around in the baggie, apparently eating the leaves in the baggie. Curious, I asked Ramey about the fish. He told me that the fish were purposely in the baggie and that they were good for the mixture.

Finally Ramey took the baggie and poured the contents out onto what appeared to be some plastic on the bed. The substance in the baggie now looked like brown mud with leaves mixed in. I had my hand under the plastic and I could feel the fish moving in the mud on the plastic. After I asked Ramey if the fish would die, I concluded they would be all right.

Ramey pulled some leaves out of the concoction and put them in something. Obviously the  leaves weren't marijuana.


Ramey and a woman (both appeared about 30 years old) were sitting with me at a table in what appeared to be a restaurant. I could see outside through a window which was behind Ramey and the woman.

From the leaves which Ramey had earlier extracted from the baggie, he had prepared a purple liquid which looked like grape juice, with which he had filled up six or seven small glass goblets which were sitting on the table in front of us. Ramey told me the liquid was quite bitter, and bade me taste it. I picked up one glass and tasted the liquid. Although it was indeed bitter, it wasn't that bad.

Ramey told me the substance which had been used to make the liquid was a type of wheat, and he gave it a name which began with a "B." He mentioned that the substance was legal.

When I picked up my glass again and swallowed the entire contents, Ramey and the woman looked surprised, and Ramey indicated he wouldn't be able to drink from a glass like that because the liquid was so bitter.

Ramey told me the substance would begin to affect me quickly, and almost immediately I began to feel the effects. I first noticed my vision becoming blurred, and everything around me began to take on a purple tint. I quickly reached the point where my vision was so blurred, I could barely distinguish Ramey from the woman.

I didn't like the feeling. I wasn't sorry I had drunk the substance, because I had wanted to see what would happen, but I still didn't like it.

Finally I walked over to a bed in the room and sat down, thinking the feeling would soon pass.

Someone else walked into the room and began talking with Ramey. It almost appeared the person was interviewing Ramey, who described how the drug was widespread and legal. Since the drug apparently was made from wheat, making it illegal would have been difficult.

Ramey said he no longer smoked marijuana, and all he did was use this drug.


I was sitting in a courtroom, still feeling the effects of the purple juice which I had drunk earlier. I was sitting next to a client whom I was representing. Although I didn't realize it at the time, the person reminded me of one of my criminal clients, a fellow named Fox. About 20 years old, tall and thin, he had been charged with possession of drugs. He had been driving a car in which the drug had been found, but he hadn't had the drug on his person. I thought of this as the "automobile exception" to the possession rule of drugs. I thought if a drug were found in an automobile, then the prosecution must somehow link the drug to the person accused of possession.

Many other people were in the courtroom. I walked up to the prosecutor (who reminded me of the prosecutor on another of my cases in Arlington, Texas) and I told him we planned to try the case. I sat back down and we waited practically the whole day for something to happen with our case.

The effects of the purple juice had almost completely worn off.


I was now sitting on a bench behind my client, when the judge (sitting in front of the room and facing us) began talking about our case. Looking right at my client and me, the judge said that in this particular case, a parrot had been in the car when the drugs had been found. Apparently the parrot had talked and had said something which had indicated that my client owned the parrot and that the parrot knew about the drugs. The judge clearly stated he intended to use the parrot to link my client to the drug. The judge was telling us this much about the case in order to give my client a chance to accept the plea bargain which the prosecutor had offered us. In fact the plea offer was quite good.

When the judge stopped talking, I quickly walked over to the prosecutor, who said that if my client pled guilty, my client would simply receive credit for the time he had already spent in jail and that my client wouldn't have to spend any more time in jail. I told the prosecutor that I would prefer not to do that. I would prefer that my client be given deferred adjudication and be put on probation. Then he wouldn't have a felony conviction on his record.

I walked back over to my client and began talking with him about what he should do. I explained to him that the judge was going to use the parrot against him. At the same time, I began thinking I had read somewhere that parrots didn't really understand what they were saying. Although they could make sounds, they didn't comprehend the meaning of those sounds. Obviously, however, the judge was still going to use the parrot to link my client to the drugs. So, although I didn't want my client to plead guilty, it looked as if his pleading guilty was going to be necessary.

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