Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.
Lizards I met a man who collected lizards to protect his home. These were like monitor lizards, though I forgot what there were called in my dream. He had three kinds of lizards. One was kind of soft skinned like a gecko. The other two had leathery skin. One was brown and black like a Royal/Ball Python-the other was gray with perhaps a few black spots on it. The man had one that was about 4 feet running around the property. Most were only as large as my hand. He picked up a couple. I told him not to break the tail (commonly done when picking up smaller lizards due to a survival technique). He said he knew, but the tip came off of one. I picked the both up afterwards, and one opened its mouth to bite. I held both behind the head concerned about how much pressure I put on the neck to prevent a bite. Then I saw some shallow pottery with a wide mouth. Baby lizards were crawling around trying to get out. Special Inhaler I might have been with the same man who had the lizards--I'm not sure, but two guys were talking about something that people used to get really high. I picked up this tube and inhaled. Using dream logic, it was like a chamber that smoke would have gone into, but you could then remove the chamber and inhale straight from one side of the chamber. One of the guys sarcastically questioned why I was having trouble standing up. I knew I was busted. They were not into drugs at all. They had a police feel about them. They weren't police, but they had no tolerance for drugs, and they knew I took the hit. I remember having trouble keeping my balance. It was a strange feeling to be high in a dream. Eventually the trouble passed, but that is the end of the dream.
Fragment I was lying down and there were two monitor lizards or young Komodo Dragons--one at my ankle and one at my foot. I didn't see the DC, but someone asked, "But what if one of them bites you?" I was terrified. I didn't move hoping they wouldn't get excited and therefore bite me. I waited and decided I better pull my leg back. I got away, but it started to try to bite as I pulled away. A-a-a-a! -- I was looking for a bathroom in my dream. I had to go in waking life. I ended up finding a bathroom and for some reason deciding I should take a shower. I started two and was grossed out by two pair of underwear on either side of the bathroom floor. I was about to get undressed to shower when some kid comes in. He saw I was going to take a shower, so he leaves and starts telling everyone as though I'm doing something wrong. I didn't attack him, nor he me, but we were all of a sudden fighting about it. He was pinching me. It didn't hurt that bad, so I didn't flinch. My face did not show any pain. I picked him up and started pounding his head into a dresser. The End