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    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
      non-lucid , memorable
    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. 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
    5. 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
    6. 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
      memorable , non-lucid
    7. Let Your Imagination Run Wild

      by , 11-10-2018 at 12:54 AM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      The dream starts at my high school. I can't remember what happens there, but me and a group of friends eventually headed to our middle school. I saw my current art teacher working as a janitor, and the entire building was different. "Hey, this is almost in the same place as it is when I'm AWAKE!" I said, despite the fact this was horribly wrong. Everyone was impressed that I had achieved lucidity. We went inside the building and it was dark. we were in this large room that was poorly lit. To the back of us there was a white wall with a wooden horizontal rack meant for hanging clothes towards the ceiling. While everyone was checking out a room, I told my friend (who will be called E for the rest of the entry) to follow me into somewhere more private. We tried a compartment above the clothes rack, but that was too small. I mentioned the closet, but E said that she didn't like small spaces (I am unsure of this in real life.) We decided to go into the bathroom. What happened next I was still lucid for and will refuse to disclose. I feel partially ashamed for it, as this person was one of my crushes. Nothing that constituted a wet dream. I was sure of this when I woke up this morning and checked my pants. It's just odd for two friends to do. Hint: The bath water turned to red gelatin. There was calming 1950's music in the background. halfway into this moment my dream sort of "ejected" itself from my mind. I still heard the dream, but most of the visuals were lost. I was completely free to open my eyes at that point, and I did.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    8. Mrs. F is Fired

      by , 10-09-2018 at 02:31 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      In this dream, I am going into 10th grade in high school. In this dream, my middle school is able to hold 10th, 11th, and 12th graders, and so I am moved back there. I am given the same home room as when I was in 8th grade in real life, but the normal teacher is missing. Instead there is this mildly balding middle aged man with black hair and square rimmed glasses. He introduces himself and then once he says "I am Mrs. F's replacement" I whispered "yes!" in excitement. He then went over to me and told me that Mrs. F was fired. When I went to talk to one of Mrs. F's assistant staff, she burst into tears of joy at the realization that her freedom of speech had been restored and she was able to express her opinion. In the dream, I eventually went back to my high school.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    9. A Crisis

      by , 08-26-2018 at 05:31 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      W went away to the sea and never came back. I texted her, but nothing responded. I suspected she died in a shipwreck and I eventually had an emotional breakdown, closing my eyes and silently crying into my pillow before getting a text back from her saying she changed her name to Jose. I talked to her after finding out that she sold used car parts and asked her why she changed her name. She said that there were too many girls with girl names.
      Probably one of the more emotional dreams I have had in a while, but still hilarious.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    10. I have a Glass of Orange Juice

      by , 08-24-2018 at 05:26 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      Me and a friend who moved to the US from New Zealand were in the north pole when we found a Jewish church. My friend then sang a four second song about dropping a glass of orange juice. It went like this:
      "I have a glass of orange juice
      And now I dropped it"
      He was painfully off key. Afterwards, me and my cousin were discussing the ethics of having sex in VR.
      I will attach my cover of my friend's song from my dream here.https://drive.google.com/file/d/1d9v...ew?usp=sharing
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    11. The Double School

      by , 08-07-2018 at 07:54 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      I was at my middle school... and my elementary school. Basically it was both schools fused into one and there were food stands everywhere like in carnivals. I was talking to some friends and enemies from my middle school there, and once I stopped talking to them, I started walking around. I made it to the entrance of the elementary school part of the building when I noticed I was dreaming. I looked at my left hand and noticed that I only had four fingers like a cartoon character. I then became lucid. I yelled at the top of my lungs "I AM LUCID! YESSS!!!!" before I realized that I might wake up. I think I half woke up anyway, because I was also fully able to hear and feel things from real life. For example, my mom was talking about money, but in my dream I also heard her talking about becoming a food vendor. I also felt my body against my bed. I also accidentally turned my dream into a wet dream, but I refuse to disclose any details.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    12. The Entrance to the Malaria Galaxy

      by , 08-05-2018 at 07:26 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      The dream started at J's house. I had insulted his mother so much that I made her cry (which by the way is probably really difficult to do). I ended up having to fight her.
      In the next fragment, I was at the dollar store with my nephew, looking at gigantic notebooks and more importantly examining the fish in the fish tanks that Vladimir Putin plans on sending to a black hole with a rocket. After I left the dollar tree, me and Brian Griffin from Family Guy decided to sneak onto the rocket shortly before takeoff. I remembering commenting about how difficult it was to smoke weed in a rocket flying at thousands of miles an hour while Brian was at the viewing window as we approached our destination. Putin's plan in my dream was to shoot through the edge of a supermassive black hole to know what would happen (presumably). As we were approaching, our screams rose over the sound of the rocket's engines. when we shot through, everything was silenced and we heard mildly haunting piano music for a few seconds before we shot out again in the direction we were arriving. I heard Brian scream "Wait a second, we're still near the black hole!" as we plummeted towards the even horizon. Instead of instant death, spaghettification, or anything bad, we were teleported to an entirely different galaxy that Brian dubbed the malaria galaxy. The music that was playing was a mix of soft runescape music like that of "garden" and 22 seconds into "God Jesus Please Kill Me Damn It" by Spook the Dog.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    13. A Kid

      by , 07-26-2018 at 04:50 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      There is a kid. His name is never specified, but his life sucks. He had nearly caved into cocaine and drug abuse at a young age, and his family actually hates him. The story properly starts at his birthday party. He was practically having FUN hiding from his family because they found out about him being friends with a school shooter until he was caught. After that, he had to sit on the bench for the rest of the party. His dad then comes up to him and starts to sexually harass him. He makes a run for it. He runs as far away from home as he can, taking a friend with him. His plan is to go crash at another friend's house. He doesn't hang out with his friend that much because he is abusive, but something has to be compromised. All the while, he is being chased by my mom, who, in the dream, is his mom. He stops at a library and hides there. He has some pills in his pocket, but he never uses them, although he says he wouldn't mind some cocaine. Eventually he hears an ice cream truck. His friend tells him to stay, but he doesn't listen. Instead, he leaves the building and almost gets arrested by the police. They make a run for it once again and then the kid's mom finds them. He asks why she is doing this and she says that he was a mistake and that she hates him. They eventually lose her but then they get lost themselves. They are at a haunted mansion, Or rather, HE is at a haunted mansion. His friend wasn't anywhere to be found. He enters and gets bombarded by a giant spider and a pac-man looking creature, but manages to fend them off. It then goes to the wikipedia page for the monsters he was attacked by.

      This dream is based off of a story I am writing in real life. It's called "Something to Think About" and you can check out what I have of it here:
      https://www.fictionpress.com/u/1046116/DROP-THERAPY
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    14. The Dorian Galaxy

      by , 07-14-2018 at 06:13 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      In this first part of the dream, I was outside when I was greeted by an alien who said he was from the Dorian galaxy. He was about the size of an old TV set, with pinkish skin and a large, veiny head. His suit only covered his torso. I took me and my friends to his home planet, but we couldn't get there because the fuel ran out. A friend of mine, someone else named J, suggested steering the ship to a planet and then taking off from that planet to the next one until we got there. I was on board with it until I realized how big those distances were. One planet had an atmosphere that displayed a wierd pattern that looked a lot like simplified neurons in the brain. Another one was entirely inhabited by clones of Jake from Adventure time. Both has Spore-like creatures inhabiting them as well.

      In the next part, my sister was Amelia Earhart, or at least dressed like a cartoon rendition of her, and was starting 9/11. I was there to help her for some reason, along with my friends. Zack from Riddle School was being forced to do extremely absurd challenges, like at an entire slice of watermelon including the crust in 5 seconds. There was another one before that one that was less absurd, but I forgot what it was.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    15. Nightmare Compilation

      by , 06-30-2018 at 04:15 PM (The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy)
      In the first part of this nightmare, my aunt and my mom went out to do something. After that, chaos ensued. I told Michael Rosen about the game Doom. As soon as we were playing the game together, he went nuts and tried to kill me. Next, I went into the TV room where my aunt and my uncle were watching TV. I went to my uncle and told him "I seem to be having trouble not having nightmares," while sitting behind him on the couch. He then became really sinister looking and tried to strangle me. I tried to push him back with limited success. I commented, "Wow, my cousin is much worse at this." After that, I was playing a game made by valve involving doge heads and collecting stuff that came out of a hole in the wall. I saved my spot as "doge(could be a nightmare)," and as soon as I began to go down the hallway outside of the room, I saw a demon lady with pitch black skin who was as tall as the door race towards me. It then cut to me going downstairs when I noticed my cat. I decided I had enough with any nightmare or anything that could start one, so I took my cat and bent her in half so that her head was next to her tail, broke her neck, and bit her. Why? I guess I was just that pissed off.
      Categories
      lucid , nightmare , memorable
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