Microfiction: No one would get high with Caden

No one would get high with Caden. A sweet kid and a decent guy but something about him. Wasn't right. Was unintentionally hazardous. His emotions went up too high; his imagination overpowered everything. Drop a dose of greendream with him and before you know it he's dragged you into a crystal palace made of mirrors, each one reflecting back a different Caden, and were they prophecies or were they fantasies? Like Scrooge said to the Third Spirit "Are these the shadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of things that May be, only?" Don't even get me started on reddream. I wouldn't do it at school if he was there and might pill himself in the middle of my dream. Once I was redblitzed on the school bus and I felt it coming on me from a mile from his house, a low magenta thudding in the basement of my brain, a throb that got louder the closer we got, and thank all the heavens he was too blitzed to budge from bed, if he'd gotten on the bus I'd probably have killed him to stop the sweet aching shriek he opened up in me.

Drug addicts love to swap crazy stories - my brother's friend heard about this, it happened in Boston - etc - urban legends are like the munchies, we just can't help ourselves - but none of us had ever heard of anything like that, and it made us all love and respect and yes super fear Caden, a different higher kind of dreamer, some sort of savant or Chosen One; senior year he got voted Most Likely to Succeed solely on the strength of the druggie community's reverential cult of Caden - for surely such a magical figure would save humanity, or bring it screaming to its knees.