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    The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy

    I have a new* naming convention for characters:
    J - first appears in Issues and was my enemy for a while. (Jacob)
    N - my former crush. (Nicole)
    M - my ex. She convinced me that school ended after third period in one of my dreams. (Maddy)
    C - his first appearance is in Lost in the Green Building. (Carter)
    mmkk - His first appearance was in The UFO. (Kia)
    Z - While he isn't really a friend of mine, his first appearance is in Fake Gangs, a small Laptop, a crappy movie, and Bull of Heaven. (Zoe)
    A - mmkk's little sister. She first appeared in the same dream as Z. (Aliza)
    K - C's friend. (Kyle)
    MB - another friend of mine. (Megan)
    V - K and C's friend.
    W - C's Ex (Willow, now William)
    Ed - J's new name (Edynn)

    *this is actually outdated and I'll be calling them by their real names.

    1. Smoking Salvia Divinorum on my Bed

      by , 03-01-2020 at 06:18 AM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      I was laying on my bed in the middle of the day with a pipe full of dried brown salvia leaves. I remember taking a hit of it and noticing how the leaves went from brown to green when I was smoking them. This could be seen as my first hallucination or as just a weird dream thing. Almost instantaneously I started hearing an oddly "synthetic" or artificial sounding shamanic music in my head as everything in my vision became wavey and brown/orange-tinted in color and I felt my physical being melting/decentigrating into what felt like a parallel dimension to ours. This caused me to feel like I was floating or levitating, which is typically the polar opposite of how actual salvia affects percieved gravity. I didn't quite break through but it felt like I was getting there. Do note that I didn't know too much about salvia before I woke up and researched it out of curiosity and my brain was mostly replicating what I remember from reading about other psychedelics like psilocybin mushrooms.

      Updated 03-01-2020 at 06:28 AM by 89498

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    2. Cotton Picking and Mushrooms

      by , 02-28-2020 at 06:37 AM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      I was at school and we were doing a career orientation kind of thing. We were separated into boxlike structures and the supervisor asked me what my current interests were. My thought process went as follows:

      -Well I like music but that's not very lucrative and I'd rather not hear him complain about that
      -Oh wait! I just remembered that I have a lot of cotton laying around my house!

      I remember seeing a red projection of a lower level of a house with white cotton balls scattered around. I mentioned that I had cotton lyring around my house and he said that a desirable career option could be picking cotton. In my head I thought to myself "Well I should be fine since it's not like the 1800s anymore"

      The next part of the dream started when I walked downstairs and noticed a container of psilocybin mushrooms that haven't been picked yet. I went downstairs and immediately attempted to dose by cutting a mushroom in half. The scale told me I had 10 grams in my hand which when dried is equivalent to 1 gram which is a decently moderate experience. I ate that half with the intention of giving the bigger half to a friend and nothing happened. One thing I remember is that before I put it on the scale the mushroom changed to a regular edible mushroom that you can buy at a store. I remember the distinct taste of that kind of mushroom instead of the supposedly terrible taste of an actualy psilocybe cubensis mushroom.
      Categories
      memorable , non-lucid
    3. Heaven

      by , 01-21-2020 at 04:07 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      Somehow, I had made it to heaven. My suspicion is that I was able to peek at it when sleeping. I find that heaven is a beurocratic, authoritarian regime and everything is constructed in the style of a renaissance-era town/city. The first thing I remember noticing is that there wasn't a single racial minority there. I remember overhearing a conversation from the higher-ups about the hazards that my arrival would bring and that no one is to know about it. At the same time someone from a slightly lower rank heard about it and started planning to sabotage the system. Later, me and a friend from real life who was also in heaven with me apparently found Leonardo DaVinci as he was entering his house and started asking him some questions. He looked less like DaVinci and more like Adam Jones from Tool, but that's not important. We asked him was his least favorite part of heaven was and he said "eh... the food" as he opened a compartment in his wall to reveal a large stick pretzel. I asked if it had anything to do with food shortages and he seemed a tad confused. I was talking about how I felt anxious and my friend said it could be because of my current sleeping position (I must have been asleep inside of the dream). I pulled out a phone screen with an unfinished verse of a rap song I was working on and my friend was shocked by how little I had finished and if I was okay. I then woke up. What I have noticed is that the best dreams are cut off by school days.

      I might see if I can write a short story about this beurocratic ethnostate idea of heaven, but for now I have other stuff in life to worry about.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    4. My Grandma Almost Kills Herself

      by , 10-19-2019 at 08:10 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      In this dream I was playing a game that had some form of AI in it. It tried to generate and ocean-based Zelda game but since it didn't know how to program NPCs there were just a bunch of dead mermaid Links at the bottom of the ocean. I then woke up and went to the kitchen. It was early in the morning (likely 5PM or before) and my grandma wasn't in a good emotional state. I hugged her for a little while, which resulted in her telling me that she was calling the cops. When I asked why, her only reply was "suicidal war rites". She grabbed a petri dish with remnants of some kind of brown substance while I was begging her not to kill herself. She was about to get something else from the cabinet where we put our cereal until she finally snapped and screamed at me to shut the fuck up.
      Categories
      nightmare , false awakening
    5. Milo's Resurrection

      by , 09-25-2019 at 03:19 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      Fragment 1: I was playing a minecraft mod that starts you off with only a set amount of chunks that are added onto by doing certain things. Meanwhile, someone was telling me about an incident they were involved in. I would give details if I could remember.

      Fragment 2: Me and my mom were in the parking lot at a local shopping center when we saw the queen of England. Without even thinking, my mom started talking to her, invited her in the car, and we got in and started driving home. I put on a song from a Leprous/Rishloo album that doesn't exist. It had the opening riff from "Lovely Room" off of Rishloo's first album, but it was more distorted and droned throughout the entire track. The album featured a black album cover with dark blue markings to imitate a stone pattern. The song itself was pretty soft in tone. Eventually, I had to get out to clean the road because one of the neighbor's recycle bins had fallen over. It had the words "work smart and not hard" spray painted on it. I turned my head a little bit and saw my late dog Milo sniffing something. By this time, the queen was talking to my mom from our porch. I tried to call my mom's attention to the fact that our dead dog is outside right now, but she just wouldn't budge. My aunt did see, however, and I remarked about how odd it is that he's here and that he looks not a year older than when he died. I then told her, "You would've thought I would have this dream the night after he died-" I exclaimed YES under my breath at the realization that I had just become lucid. I looked at my right hand, as per tradition for me, and it was extremely messed up. Fingers were coming out of fingers in a tree-like fashion, and I only had two fingers that branched from my palm. I focused hard enough and it became more normal, although I was missing a finger. I tried getting that finger back, but I only got to halfway before I gave up. Some insignificant stuff that I can't remember happened, and then I woke up.

      Updated 09-26-2019 at 05:02 AM by 89498

      Categories
      lucid , memorable , dream fragment
    6. Black Bloc Grocery Store

      by , 09-23-2019 at 10:59 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      Fragment 1: I was browsing E621. It was kind of as if I was in VR as I was doing it because it was entirely enveloping my vision.

      Fragment 2: I was at a store getting ready for a furmeet. Me and my mom happened to find ourselves in a more anarchist sector of a city and I was messing with VR on my phone, specifically NeosVR. Eventually, I joined in on creating graffiti with some anarchists in the store, doodling ACAB, the anarchy symbol, and other things. I saw one guy who was doodling something on a low shelf, had a brief conversation with him, and wanted to take a picture of his creation, which was abstract, featured jagged lines, and resembled a cityscape almost, although it was about the height and width of a square. Unfortunately, it was spraypainted over by some other guy, which caused the entire area's color to invert. We headed back home, and I saw the phrase "type III" on my wall somewhere, to which my mom commented on how fat my dog Rex is (He isn't really that fat, maybe a little chubby though).
      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. Tech in an Abandoned World

      by , 09-22-2019 at 04:54 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      I remember that the world was in ruin and I was messing with technology that honestly probably didn't help. It was a device that controlled your appearance on two scales: Your weight and how conventionally attractive you are. It worked, but it seemed to only control feminine features, although I remember some guy messing with it and getting masculine stuff to work. I remember using it on myself, turning the weight feature all the way down to the most skinny it could get, and seeing my nerd neck be extremely pronounced. When I turned the attractiveness scale down, I grew a pair of saggy tits and a poorly done beehive hairdo.

      Updated 09-22-2019 at 06:53 PM by 89498

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. Collecting Stray Animals and Undoing Princess Bubblegum's Curse

      by , 09-21-2019 at 03:08 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      Something had sent me to go out and collect stray animals to put in a bag. I was walking through a neighborhood doing so when I realized that most of them were small black kittens, but when I looked down I saw my dog Rex, a fox terrier mix who is missing a front leg.

      The second fragment involved Adventure Time characters, specifically Bonnie and Marceline. They were in a larger version of my house fighting each other because Bonnie was under some spell that turned her into a monolithic demon. Marceline undid the spell by quite literally worshiping herself, which caused her to first turn into something similar to the demon bat version of herself that's in the show and then a more pure form of demonic energy. This works out, she returns to normal, and I (while breaking the fourth wall) go and look for the cause. I saw a few things, but I remember a yearbook photo that showed the demon curse messing with other students. There was an equally douchey quote under it.

      I was watching the series finale of Adventure Time after binging it for a week or three before I had these fragments. They ended the show so well and it was all so well done that it stuck with me as I was trying to go to sleep and even right now as I'm typing this. If you have the time, I highly recommend watching the show all the way through sometime. I think the most amazing thing is seeing something I used to watch when I was 6 or 7 evolve into something so in depth and interconnected and with such an interesting and deep lore as this.

      Updated 09-22-2019 at 05:25 PM by 89498

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    9. LaVey and the Tornado

      by , 09-18-2019 at 05:24 AM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      Prior to what I can remember, me and some other DCs that made up my dream neighborhood were doing something kind of important. I believe I had just gotten back from somewhere. Either way, someone warned us of an incoming tornado. I quickly readied myself and rushed into the shed in my back yard as I saw the horrific monolith whirlwind of destruction heading towards us. Everyone in the neighborhood and Anton LaVey got in my shed, and as the tornado hit, two things happened:

      A) LaVey exploded

      B) I was teleported to Japan.

      Upon my arrival to Japan, I found myself in a town square of some sort. It had a radially shaped multi-layered stone monument in the center that went up a few feet with some people on it. The first of those people resembled the dad from Ben 10. The second appeared to be his son, but not anyone from the Ben 10 universe. They were speaking Japanese, but could understand me well. Something told me that they were messing with me. The end of the dream is really vague, but I remember that I was in a totally different place singing a song about something silly.

      Updated 09-19-2019 at 03:13 PM by 89498

      Categories
      non-lucid
    10. Thought Battles

      by , 07-09-2019 at 02:12 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      I was writing a script for a documentary about my life after leaving the band I'm in. I was suffering from something called "thought battles" which plagued me constantly. Essentially, it was just fancy terminology for me being too mentally active to do anything and that eventually leading to pretty bad short term memory loss. I put my notebook down and started wondering around my room for ~5 minutes. I then went downstairs to see if water could help. When I got to the kitchen, I saw a kitten no more than a week or two old pass me, and then I started crawling on the ground. From down the hallway I could hear me grandma talking to her self, saying that she was from a location in real life that she doesn't actually live in. (keep in mind this is at around midnight). She then spots me and shouts "Hey!" at me. I am paralyzed.
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare
    11. The Most Efficient Way to Delete the Universe

      by , 07-05-2019 at 04:04 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      I remember entering my room. On my computer there was an AI program that teaches itself to physically delete things. I turn it on with my peak nihilism in full swing and it starts.
      It starts as unrecognizable, but eventually I start seeing physical items be deleted, so I type !detention, and that pauses the program or at least makes it unable to operate. I unpause it and I get the most menacing "you" on my monitor screen possible, seeing as the list of items that are deleted goes up to the 12,000s. I try to type it again, but my keyboard was deleted, so I grab another one, but my struggles to plug it in were to no avail. All the while, pop punk/post hardcore-ish music was playing in the background.
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare
    12. Metadream

      by , 06-02-2019 at 09:26 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      This was a scrap I had while on 1100mg of choline (totally legal dietary supplement to help cognitive functioning and dream potentiation that I got from walmart a long time ago). My dream was unmemorable, but I remember it involving me getting choline from a guy and then waking up and writing a dream log about it.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    13. 5120598908802

      by , 04-16-2019 at 08:36 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      Last night was the first vivid dream that I have had in a long time. It starts with me at a grocery store with some kind of device that lets the user swap faces with any living being they can find.
      I used it to swap my face with a cat, with the supervision of the inventor of the device. After this happened, I went to the house of J (who is now trans and goes by E, but it would be awkward if I made it seem like this was the same E as in Let Your Imagination Run Wild.)
      were I came out as transgender to everyone except her parents. We were doing some kind of odd puzzle with the bisexual and transgender pride flags, but we had to hide it when J's mom came in. After that, I was in the jungle and came across a cartoony-looking British guy who spoke with an unintelligible Jamaican accent.
      We entered his airship and he told us about how he landed on the moon once, which automatically switched me into a flashback from his point of view. He was flying high above the clouds and navigating his way to the moon, while all the while the people he was with were talking about how globalist Marxism couldn't possibly work in practice.
      He had an extremely hard time landing on the moon once he got to it due to the fact that everything that landed on it immediately shot into space. He landed the ship on the moon (which was impossibly small, by the way), and once his feet left the shuttle, it shot into space. He tried grabbing it, but to no avail. He found two flags, both with years written on the cantons.
      One of them (the one he picked up) was what appeared to be an anarcho-communist soviet flag with an extremely long year number of (something like) 5120598908802. The dream ended with him placing it in a crater and looking into the sky.

      Updated 04-16-2019 at 08:55 PM by 89498

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    14. Doomsday Cult

      by , 02-10-2019 at 08:46 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      I was trying to find a place to jerk off at school. I tried many places until I came to a downstairs area in the office. It was full of lockers and in the front of the room was a long meeting room table with a projector screen in front of it. To the back of the room was an office cubicle room thing that I thought I was going to jerk off in until I realized that there was no bathroom. There was a windows 10 computer to the side of the room using an old 90's monitor. The clock on the computer read 11:14 PM, even though it was in the middle of the day at school. When I left, I was caught. The entire time I was in the room, I was overhearing what sounded like two people discussing a world changing plan. One of them came up to me. He was wearing normal business attire, but he had long hair that he put into a ponytail. Occasionally, his face would change and do strange glitchy things for a brief period of time, only to then go back to normal. He had a very unusual way of speaking. He was very calm, almost like he had nothing to lose. He asked for some basic information about me. I gave him what he asked for and he responded with "your friends will enjoy this too," or something like that. I left, but after that, the entire building started to shake and a behemoth-like song started playing. I ran to my house, which for some reason was part of the school, only to find that the school had disappeared. Everything was still shaking. I ran to my back yard and saw my sprinkler going nuts. I was going to go to the front yard through the back gate, but I saw what looked like a miniature 1910's era plane firing bullets in rapid succession coming towards me at a sluggish pace. I tried to run back, but then I woke up.

      Updated 06-02-2019 at 09:37 PM by 89498

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    15. That One Dream That I Took a Spook The Dog Lyric From

      by , 12-03-2018 at 08:39 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      This Dream started on my way to the store. On my way there, I was being attacked by a rapist. I eventually made it home safely, but during that time I had become lucid. I told J about it and then my mom, and eventually we had the idea of going out on an adventure. I tried manipulating my face and gave myself a huge jawline in the mirror, but it slowly turned to normal. I then went into the room mmkk was in and asked if he wanted to come. He said sure, and then I had to re-stabilize, which I did successfully. As we were walking down the street, We realized that mmkk was gone and J turned into one of my mom's co-workers. He saw someone across the street driving a vehicle from one of his old jobs on the sidewalk. Eventually my dream did destabilize and my attempts to fix it didn't work, so I ended up going on deviant art and beginning to write my dream log. It the destabilized again and I actually woke up.
      Categories
      lucid
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