A novel that isn’t a real novel; a novel that really is the rambling of a disjointed 21st century dude exhibiting cerebral symptoms caused by inhaling the hashish haze overhead. Being stoned to release the inner self; reaching that higher state of consciousness, and then gaining a real understanding, that’s what that’s what we have. We also have the opportunity to dig deep into the tender bowels of an individual’s psyche and unearth the inner dimensions of the idea. Unearthing it all, unearthing the mind’s fertile crescent in which action transpires and action inspires to set an action hero into orbit. Who is this action hero? Merely the neurotic who sits alone in a corner thinking thoughts about modern life and exactly where they fit into it. Experimentation with the mind, by letting the mind go, by not trying to contain it, by letting it be honest and forthright, that is what Hashish Dreaming is all about. It’s nothing more, and nothing less than that.
