non-lucid

Lots of flying, not quite lucid but almost!

1) I can remember wanting to test a layout of some sort of building. My dad helped me put an old bathtub into place and switch on the water.

2) With my wife she was fussing about ona beach, but we were indoors. There was a marker on the sand I had to build the sand up but the tide was coming in, I had to do it because she was fusing about doing something else. Then it went dark I knew my torch was lying on the ground somewhere so searched for it in the dark, someone shone a light for me and I found it and said thank you. It was a headtorch, I had to put a helmet on then and fitted it over the headtorch.
The there were other people about looking for helmets, there was a pile of smaller helmets in the corner, he asked it he could take one of them, some children behind shouted that they were for the children! It was something to do with the fire service, a female officer cam into the room and got very angry with 2 boys/men at the end of the line and lectured them about their behaviour.
Then we went outside to an outwrd bound exercise. Everyone was wandering around with metal detectors. I walked off with my wife, we went over to some cliffs by the sea. Was practicing flying off the edge of the cliff. I hovered, then got more confident and flew down and into the sea, then flew around.
I was by the side of a wall showing off how well I could fly, there were objects sitting on shelves. I had to fly quite high but couldn't find the top. Then I found a window and went through.
I was flying high over countryside I could see all the trees and fields in the distance in good colour and detail. I almost knew I was dreaming but not quite, and thought this is good I can feel the wind against me, but thought that it wasn't that good because I couldn't go as fast a I wanted - I knew it wasn't reality but didn't quite click that I was dreaming.
Then I was in a house flying up and down stairs.

I think I was in a school, and there was a shooting. I was hiding in a room, along with Fernando Alonso (the F1 driver). I was terrified, but Fernando had a plan. He stayed calm, and started crafting makeshift guns from junk laying around the room. In the end, we both had a gun (that resembled a Sten) with 11 bullets. We decided to leave the room. I wanted to move crouched with Alonso standing behind me, to cover more ground with our fields of fire. In another scene, a man showed up at our door (before we left). There was a group of people roaming the area, and I felt we could trust no one. I had a pneumatic rifle now, with a long piece of metal shoved into the chamber as improvised ammo. I stuck the gun through an opening in the door, and shot him in the face. It didn't do much to hurt him.

After having survived this ordeal, I found myself in a different location (Dallas?). I "knew" I was thousands of miles east from where I was earlier. I was walking with others, a little confused as to where I was and how I got there. I think a woman told me where I was. Anyway, I am stopped by the police. They asked me if I have guns, I say no. They search me (my bag?) and find the makeshift guns from the previous dream. I realize how screwed I am. I would never convince the cops of my innocence. I couldn't even explain how I got here myself, so why would they believe me? I sat there for a while. I got a strange feeling. There were a lot of people, talking loudly. A marketplace of sorts? I felt like this couldn't be real. I didn't know how I got there. And why am I in America? I somehow made a conscious decision to "wake up", and yup... my reality shifted and I woke up in my own bed. The transition was really weird, and cool.

I was flying a propeller plane far away (in the Pacific?) to fight in a war of sorts. My sports plane was outfitted with missiles. I encountered an old friend (Eros) and his girlfriend too. The bastards had a jet. At some point I think I had landed on a carrier. My mom was there? I was trying to turn to take off again, but forget to let her get on?

Non-lucid: I was at Crazy Daisy's' (AKA my living grandmother that is not a nice human being). But it wasn't really her old house I knew as a kid but it did have the lucheonette type of counter she had. My mom was trying to get me to talk to her & my dad & sisters too. My aunt Jill was taking up for her which almost created a whole other element of crazy going on. I wasn't having any of it. Then at some point it morphed into me needing a dress to go to a family event starring Crazy Daisy. Jill was telling me I had to buy the dress & I wanted to borrow it & bring it back. It was all stupid crap.

Gearing up for Labor Day weekend. I'm hoping for sun all 3 days so we can pool it up!

I'm in an airport. I believe it's supposed to be London. I'm going through the security checks right now. I walk through an area, unsure of where exactly to go. There are barely any people. There's different checks for citizens of different countries. I'm not to sure which one is for EU citizens. In my mind I have a British passport. I finally pick where to go and am submitted to another check. I realise then that I need my passport for this check, which is in my bag. I rummage through the pockets of my clothing, pretending to be looking for it, when a display shows that they already have my passport. I am asked to sit off to the side with a white, male security employee. Of course I am. I always am. I lay down on something. I feel as if I'm at a psychologist on the couch. The guy starts talking and asking me questions. He explains that they're just gonna check if I'm really the person who I claim to be. He starts with my birthdate. "So your birthday is on the 20th of December?". No it's not. I give him my real birthdate. I realise this is a check. Why not just take my fingerprints? He continues talking to me and I reply. They're stupid questions and I realise it's more about how nervous I react to being interviewed than anything else. I stay calm, as I'm totally legit. He's carefully paying attention to my speech and asks me to speak up and be really loud. I reply along the lines of: ah of course, if I speak louder you can more easily hear the trembling and such in my voice. I have half a mind to continue talking softly. My explanation for my soft talking would be that I've lived in Indonesia, where people talk softly.

I had Men in Black searching for me in a building. I sneak down stairs, and went invisible (influence from Deus EX: MD). They couldn't see me, but I feared they could still "feel" my footsteps on the ground. I accidentally kicked over a bottle (or something), betraying my location. I continued to sneak away. By trying to minimize the "weight" of my footsteps, I discovered I can "glide" right above the ground. This over time evolved into full-fledged flight, and I flew away from the facility. I somehow "knew" I was flying just south of San Francisco, moving from (roughly) San Mateo to the north-west. I was flying quite high, but the environment looked "industrial", like a harbor district. The architecture was surreal. There was a beautiful sunset. I saw a giant cargo ship on land, laying on its stern, leaning with the bow against a huge concrete structure. I flew under it, through the triangle-shaped opening underneath. As always, it felt exhilarating to fly, and I used (as is becoming the custom) the Superman pose, using my arm (clenched fist) to change direction. Again, changing direction was difficult for me for some reason. It's as if even though the laws of physics don't count, the law of momentum just refuses to go away. At some point, I encountered another character in the air, perhaps two. They did something I would prefer to forget.

Not such good recall this morning. Probably because I jumped up ready for work and almost forgot to remember dreams.

Stood in the street. Looking into a window of my house. My youngest daughter was sat talking to a lawyer, I knew it was about pizzas - something about her ordering a pizza that she knew she was too small to eat. I phoned the delivery company and asked them not to deliver the next pizza becasue she was already in trouble, they seemed ok about it.
Then I saw a taxi drive past the lawyer was sat in it with all his family. I knew it was all getting a bit serious.

Can't remember much else from last night!

D1: Non-Lucid: A guy looked a lot like "Chuck" Saul's brother, from "Better call Saul". So I went there w/ the pony & it turned out to be something like a big feed store where you buy in bulk for animal food. He had some stalls in the back. The guy got really mad at me & said that we didn't deserve a pony & that we murdered our dogs. He told me we were criminals. Kept calling me a dog murderer. I was crying in my dream & in real life. I could here myself. So I knew I was dreaming but I still had to defend myself for personal reasons. I told him that wasn't what happened. I was hysterical & he kept yelling. But then he went around the corner which is the exact moment I knew I was dreaming, crying, & screaming. I started back in on him after I rounded the corner. He suddenly stopped & looked at me like I was crazy & said, "what are you talking about, I didn't say that."

I woke up still screaming & crying & Meesha Cat was loving on me. Then I realized all the screaming had freaked her out & woke her up. She had peed all over my bed. This was not a good start to the morning. I had to get up & wash all my shit & console my poor cat. So I finally got back to bed about 2 hrs later... Oh, & the dream was some small guilt I still carry about rehousing our dogs due to my health. They all got homes & yes I now have a cat but she's never under foot like they were.


D2: Lucid- Mike & I were driving to go see my Grandpa Harry. (He passed away 24 yrs ago) We were going around a sharp curve on what looked like the side of a mountain.It was getting dark & I was starting to panic. Something went wrong w/ the brakes & we were airborne. I was driving. I held his hand & said "I love you, Mike." I thought we were going to die! I had this strange feeling right then though. I had to try & do something. Part of me thought this has to be a dream & part of me thought this could be real. So when I told him I loved him & held his hand I went full on lucid. I slowed down time & willed us to be in a bubble away from the car & we slowly floated down.

D3: I had a big fight w/ a guy who was treating like shit. Apparently he was seeing me & another woman. I got really mad & started teleporting all around which freaked him out while I was yelling at him. He was so confused, lol. I started to get lucid but my phone went off & I had to deal w/ real life. Sigh. That would've been 2 lucids. Oh well.

Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Explanation of details-Blue
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown/OOB

This morning's recollections come to you in two flavors: Creepy and sweet.
I was in a haunted house of some sort. It looked kind of like my old house a few years back, with certain rooms being pretty much picture-perfect recreations. Most of this dream is a blurry haze to me, but what I do recall is going into the bathroom. All seemed to be normal in there, but the light switch wasn't working. I shrugged and started to head out of the bathroom, but heard a sort of sinister laugh behind me. I turned, and the entire bathtub was filled with this huge pile of towels. The pile was so huge that they were spilling out onto the floor. While this may sound really random and silly (and it is), my dream self was deeply unnerved and bothered by it. I slowly stepped towards the towels, but as I did, I heard a small hissing noise around me, as if the room was filling with some sort of gas. Before I knew it, I passed out and all went dark. The spooks are real. Piles of towels. Everybody's worst nightmare, really.
Now for sweet.
I was in a large school building that was eerily similar to my elementary school, but 5x larger and it housed college kids instead of being an elementary school. It was here that I met two Japanese friends. Sadly, I can't recall their names (it's pretty hard for me to remember DC names for some reason), but there was one boy and one girl. The boy, strangely, looked similar to Watari from Your Lie in April if you've ever seen that anime. Meanwhile, the girl didn't really look like anyone in particular. She had long, jet black hair, and a fiery air about her. Both of them hit it off with me right away, and a lot of the dream was spent hanging out with them in various parts of the school, just talking or doing random, fun things. Later on in the dream, when we were sitting by the big wall beside the stairs, I began to grow sour, as I realized I would have to go home soon. I explained it to them, and they both acted very understanding, trying to console me and saying that I'll see them again. When it came time for me to go, I headed out into the parking lot, found a bus (which had a lot of my old high school classmates on it), and rode homewards, the environments and dream scenes all looking exactly like real life, but with an ever present gray sky and a lot less busses. Glumly, I put my head against the window in my seat on the bus and thought about when I'd see those two again. I'll throw a new lucid goal on the list for future reference: Either summon or find these two DCs again. They were very pleasant people, and I was able to converse in some Japanese with them as well, since I have a basic grasp of the language. It would be fun hanging out with them while lucid.

This dream was a reward bestowed upon me from my subconscious for having a really rough night sleep. I experienced a little REM atonia that I was unable to transition into a lucid dream from. Then I couldn't get back to sleep for ages. Then this lovely non lucid dream happened:

I'm recounting this dream initially as narrator, because for most of the dream I was merely third person observer, and entirely unaware of my existence. It started out with a king whose name I don't know, his queen named Elizabeth, the Kings mother, and a small but suspicious looking staff. The king was not a bad man per say, but he wanted the best for Elizabeth. He wanted a big castle lots of gold and servants. But he was not a rich king, so the way he made his riches was by going from kingdom to kingdom and swindling the current king out of his castle and staff and gold. The way he would do this was by betting the king that his mother could make a handful of marbles disappear under some cups. It's not really understood for sure from my perspective if his mother actually had any magic powers or if she was just a really good con artist too, but every time the poor king made this bet, the richer King would lose and the former king and his queen Elizabeth and his staff would inherit the castle.

The dream really started to get rolling when the poor king inherited a beautiful castle on top of a Mountain with a very steep cliff. The poor King liked the richer King so much that he allowed them to remain on staff in the castle without having to leave or be banished. Now I say that the poor King was not a bad King or inherently evil in anyway, but he was rather greedy. It seems like enough gold was never enough for his queen. sometime went by while they were at their new castle, when the king started to get worried that he wouldn't have enough gold. So he turns to his original staff of servants, who has now been promoted to nobleman and councilman to the king, for ideas on how to acquire more gold and riches.

The creepy staff started to show their true colors on this one. They met in a conference room in the castle, and this is kind of important: there were seven staff members. This will come up again later. They told the king to tax the peasants nearly to death, and give them the opportunity to make the money back by participating in brutal gladiator style sports. The nobleman would pay gold to watch the sports. Then the peasants would pretty much all die from these bloodsports. So basically the king only made money and lost none with this idea. The queen was in the room during this discussion, and begged the king not to do this. But the king had changed somehow, from fear of losing money and losing her and brain washing from this evil staff, he wouldn't listen to her. She pulled on his arm and begged him to look at her and change his mind, when he yanked his arm out of her grasp, reared back and smacked her in the face.

The queen asked what her punishment would be for standing up to his Royal highness. His face looked evil now, as he said that her punishment would be to be beaten in the dungeons and then banished where she would probably just get killed by the peasants. So she backed away from him towards the door to the balcony if the conference room and begged him for one last drink of wine with him from their marital chalices. He had an expression on his face like it was a stupid idea, but he turned to fetch the chalices anyway. The moment he did this, the queen jumped from the balcony to her death. The king screamed her name and rused to the balcony.

This is where the dream took a really odd turn for me specifically. I was suddenly not so much observing the story as I was a little bit a part of it now. No one could see me but I was able to walk to the balcony and stand right next to the king where we both looked down. You couldn't even see all the way to the bottom. All I could see was a final wisp of the Queens red silk dress as it disappeared beneath the fog. I never even heard the sound of her hitting the ground. At that moment I flipped over to the other side of the balcony and hung onto the edge so that I could face the king, willing him to see me. I said "your majesty, we have to do something. Your queen's dead body is on the ground and someone is going to see it." The expression on his face looked as if he could hear me a little bit, but couldn't see me. I repeated myself louder, and suddenly his wide grief-stricken eyes were directly upon me. I told him that I would go get the body before somebody saw her, and I told him that I would be his new counsel from now on because I believed that his current seven members were evil trolls in disguise as humans. He simply nodded and turned around and left.

So I let go of the balcony, and floated slowly down to the ground. I remember thinking to myself that I must be some kind of fairy lol. I couldn't see the queen at first so I kept walking down the gutters that were all along the base of the cliff. I finally saw the wind fluttering through some red material. It was the queen's dress, but it wasn't the wind moving the fabric, she was moving. I rushed up to her and I noticed that she was very much alive. I was worried that she was in a lot of pain and probably dying from such a fall, but she sat up and looked at me. I asked her if she could walk, and she stood up but stumbled a little. So I decided to carry her back into the castle and hide her to keep her safe until I managed some kind of plan .

Of course there was an elevator in the castle. My silly ass subconscious. I got on to the elevator still holding the injured queen, when I noticed there was a staff member operating the elevator. Not one of the original seven, but one of the original staff of this castle before the poor king inherited it. I asked for the six floor, because I knew there was a library on that floor. For some reason that seemed important at the time. The queen suddenly looked up at the elevator operator and recognized him as a troll in human disguise. I asked if he was going to turn us in. He said he would not. Not all the trolls in the castle were evil, and he hinted that he knew I knew which ones were.

The only way the queen could have survived that fall, as well as being able to recognize disguised trolls, was if she were also magic in some way. I wasn't sure if she was a fairy or troll or what, but I took her to the library on the 6th floor and was able to turn her into a wisp of smoke and hide her in one of the books. A red book. There she remained for the next 6 years, healing and gathering strength, while the king and his 7 continued with the plan to extort gold from, as well as the lives of the peasants.

It didn't feel like 6 years, it was just referenced by someone, I forget. But I did watch some of those 'games.' They were awful: partially dismembered peasants limping and crawling through a muddy coliseum, trying not to get mauled by wild animals or trampled by gladiators on horse drawn carriages. There was lots of blood and mud and screams. I decided it was time to finally end this madness.

I went to the library and grabbed the book with the queen. I also grabbed 7 green books, and kept them all concealed. I spoke to the queen in the book, telling her it was time to confront the king again, and that I would take care of the 7. She expressed concern that it was one thing for a king's ego to sustain the truth about being wrong in the moment about a single wrongdoing, but it was another for the same ego to withstand the force of realizing he had been wrong for 6 years. I told her this had to be done regardless. Besides, seeing that his beloved Elizabeth had survived might soften the blow.

I went to the conference room to speak with the king, but of course the 7 were with him. I asked for privacy but they wouldn't budge. So I turned them into wisps of smoke and hurtled each one into a green book, while keeping the book of the queen still hidden. I told the king to listen to me and keep an open mind about this. I pulled out the queen's book, a red silk book similar to her dress fabric, and opened it, facing the pages toward the king. She poured out of the book into a pool of silvery smoke, and barely took on a corporeal form. He tried to embrace her but couldn't. She told him to listen to her, as tears streamed from his eyes. He said, "Elizabeth" so sweetly, and she just began to take on her human form once again, and them I woke up.

I'm pretty sure everything turned out OK.

Last night bed 8:30pm - 3:20am

1. Around 11:50pm
I'm walking down the street towards home. My elementary school is on the other side. Someone says that it's danegour outside because helicopters are attacking.

I listen and I see a russian attack helicopter in the distance. I tell the kid who is there to run up to the doorway and lay down so they don't see him.

2. Same time
I walk out to Ophelia's porch. It's kinda wrap around few sides of the house, at first story hight. It's made of dark red/brownish wood with large gaps between rails. I notice huge holes in the railings. They are cut out in round and oval shapes. As if a cannon ball demolished it and they cut it to make it safe and looking better. A huge bird carved out of wood or tree is sitting on the tree, looking at me. I look up and there is a camouflage net between the roof and the railing, over the barbeque. The are being attacked by some projectiles. One gap in the railing is really big and even when she told me how bad the last one was, I just then realize how dangerous it is and how close she came to harm.

3. 3 am
I'm new at the FBI. We are all sitting at the meeting. I am suppose to collect DNA samples from saliva from everybody and they are suppose to fill out their info. It's for later to see how closely the lab matches them, just for fun.

We are gathering our things to go on a team excercise. Getting on a bus, someone is fetching our bags of FBI clothes because that's the only thing we are suppose to take with us.

We get to a house. Something has happened and reporters pull up. Everybody walks out to talk to them, I stay behind and when they ask, I tell them I'm not going out, this is me time.

1:00 - 6:40
Demonic Crime Scene
I'm a disembodied observer inside a game world. I follow a playable character around as a youtuber, Rockleesmile aka Nick, talks about the game. I just see the game, but Nick's voice is easy to recognize. Nick is giving praise to this game and calls it Dead Space 2. The playable character does look like Isaac, but the game is an open world puzzle game with monsters that remind me of Dark Souls. Then Nick shows me the jetpack and how fast you can go with it. I am impressed. It looks fun. My memory here is a bit fuzzy, but I feel like I took over the playable character for a while to just fly around the level.

I continue as a cameraman. Nick explains that he has been stuck on this level for a long time. He goes into a large metallic building with wandering demons and two robots. These robots switch between a sad expression to a happy one. The two seem to be important to the puzzle. I force Nick to focus on this. With my influence, he solves the puzzle. The two robots start to fight and draw attention of a tiny demon that is wandering outside. This little black, transparent blob that's no bigger than my fist. The demon is annoyed by this fighting inside the building. It slaughters all the robots and demons inside the building. The path in no longer blocked.

I manifest a body and go deeper into this building. There's a crime scene and I have to solve puzzles, a lot of evidence on the ground. There is a cross on the ground made of black smoke. Red light shines from inside the smoke periodically. There are glowing red marks on the ground, about 15 of them. There is a big orb floating in the middle, I know that it's a soul. It's black, indicating that it belongs to a demon. There is a calendar on the ground and small vials on certain dates. I investigate these vials, at least one of them should have glowing green liquid inside. I break the first one I pick up. I notice that it's hard to do things that require precision, I feel like I'm drunk. (I should have RCed.)

WBTB from 6:40 to 7:10

Short dream: Hanna and Tuomas called me. They asked why I hadn't contacted in a long while. I started telling them about my health problems. As I focused on talking, my mind wandered like it does in waking life. The result of this inside a dream is a new dream scene. I was flying above a small fantasy village, like Shire from LotR, while still on the phone with Hanna. Hanna and Tuomas were very understanding. (It's like I see a dream with my mind's eye, while focusing on something else. I do it all the time. I also woke up after this.)

Fighting Tooth Fairy
I see a map and believe that I'm on a sailing ship. I'm trying to find the dock. I zoom in the map, but it doesn't help me too much. I force my vision out of the map, we are about to crash otherwise. As the map closes, my vision is in the sky, same angle as Diablo-games. The ship hits the dock and disappears. The crew is safely on the dock. A bit bizarre, I think. The wooden planks of the dock are a few centimeters underwater.

Dream skips a bit. I'm a cameraman again, following my brother's character. He went inland from the dock and is fighting a fleshy bull monster. I tell him how the monsters in this area are difficult. A charge attack will straight up kill you. Then I remember that my brother is level 38 and I was here at level 20. I tell him he might be ok. My brother is using a bow and arrow.

The next monster he encounters is a massive black salamander like creature with a large head and a huge mouth. The monster has small dragonfly-like wings. Reminds me of Dark Souls a lot. The arrows are not doing anything. I notice that the monster opens it's mouth periodically. I tell my brother to aim for it's mouth. My brother does so and it seems to work. A bright white light shoots out of the beasts mouth. Then we see a huge crystal inside it's mouth. The monster stops fighting us. It congratulates us on figuring out his weakness. I ask what the things around his neck are. "Extra teeth. I'm a tooth fairy."

The monster goes back down to a small canyon it crawled out of. We approach the edge of it. There is a small giant lying dead in the canyon. The corpse has some sick armor on. "Can we take those boots?" I ask the tooth fairy. "Sure, you earned it. Just take the boots though." The boots are shiny white metal. (And I think the real name for these are greaves and sabatons) I still have no body and my brother's character seems to be gone. A female knight in white armor takes the giant's boots and puts them on. She now has the complete set. She looks badass. (I woke up and focused on recalling as much details as I can, fell asleep for a bit more.)

Short dream: People gathering outside, getting ready for a competition. There are teams of 3-4 people. I see this vividly. I just stare at each character, because I don't usually see dream characters this vividly, their faces are often blurry. Not this time, I see everything clearly and without needing my glasses. (Some level of awareness, but not quite lucid.)

Lot of fragments remembered, not sure if they really fit together:

Driving very fast, had to pull into a carpark, hit a corner far to fast the car went around the corner against the barrier with a big drop to the side, it was quite frightening. Got to a ticket barrier but it was just a concrete block, got out of the car and saw that the tickets were being sold at the top of the next incline so went up there.
Then I was climbing up some stairs and realised that I was back at the hospital I trained at but it had been moved to a new building and an old lady was doing tours of the new building. I spoke to her and she explained that the hospital had been moved. I asked whether certain things were still on the same floors.
I was outside the hospital, someone asked me out for a drink, I explained that I now lived a long way away and had to get home and it would take 3 hours so I had to leave.
Then I was taking a patient home. I sat in the driving seat and tried to set the SatNav. It had unusual controls and I kept entering the wrong address.

I walked into a pub. Two old friends from school were sat at a table having a drink they seemed pleased but surpised to see me. I had to decide if I wanted a drink but decided against as I had to get back to school and didn't want any alcohol before that. I remember folding up a plastic bag and putting it on the bar, not sure why.
Then there was a whole group of people, I think it was my family, sat on the table near by. They had just finished a meal. My meal was sitting there halfeaten, I picked up a few bits and ate them by hand.

I was in some classroom. I was holding an assault rifle, there was a shootout within students, and some kind of ranks on how much has been killed. I was sneaking around, some students at s lesson. When I was about to shoot, the door to classroom opened and my father appeared. He was wearing only trousers and in one hand holding a shirt, in other a loaf of bread.

Bed 9pm - 4:40am

I just went up the ski lift and went down the other side of the mountain. Then I realized I left my car on the other side and was trying to figure out where I am and how to get to it. Finally gave up and was asking people in a pub or ski lodge for a lift to the low lands, haha. Back home.

Now I just got on a train. The whole wagon we are in is small and it has a cushion type of a bed from wall to wall. We put the kids to the middle, because both sides have sliding doors and for some reason they are broken. So I sit with my foot on the door handle pushing it in the closed position so it doesn't open. One kid tries to open it and I almost freak out because she is about to fall out. I open the courtain so kids can see the landscape.

Both dreams full of confusion, discomfort, fear, leaving something behind I don't want to leave. Losing something.

I dreamed of Walter White and then I dreamed of me being on meth. My eyebrows wouldn't stop making angry motions, I couldn't control them. (Pray for me, I need prayer.) Consciously speaking I'm not even into the stuff and yet what the heck is this dream? Am I subconsciously somehow on it even if I don't know myself? Help, pray!

After I woke up, later in the afternoon on this day (this isn't in the dream) I saw someone whose right arm was twitching; it was easily noticeable with how far it was twitching. I wondered if he was on meth.