non-lucid

Remembered this one kind of late. Lately i've been wondering if it was possible to do drugs in a dream, and if so what effect they would have. Well, last night I had a NLD where a friend of mine slipped shrooms into my food without my knowledge, and shortly after I started to hallucinate. I remember feeling very high and having visions of ghost images to either side of an object. When these objects moved, however, it gave off a slow motion effect. Imagine taking frames from a video and layering the more recent frames over the older ones, giving a trail effect. This was especially evident with moving people. It was a surreal experience, and a topic that I think deserves some experimentation in future LD's.

Finally, I get to sleep in and I couldn't stop dreaming. I must have had close to ten distinct dreams (WBTB) and there was a wide range of them. They involved all of my dream signs (driving, my girlfriend, school) and one of my RC's (text changing/not staying constant). Three of them were "Layer 0' dreams, were at the end I got frustrated with the dream and decided "I've had enough with this dream, time to wake up!". I even had an inception dream where I went from laying in bed trying to LD in waking life, to laying in bed trying to LD in a dream, then falling asleep inside that dream and having another dream that involved me re-attending high school (one of my dream signs). Yet despite all of this, there was no lucidity. That just seems improbable, but at least the opportunity was there.

This one is kind of long and not particularly interesting so i'm going to highlight a few of the more important parts.

-At some point I was driving, which is my biggest dream sign, and I didn't do a RC. A little disappointing.
-I was in an asian supermarket and saw some banana flavored popsicles, which looked delicious, but the logo on the front was the gorilla glue logo. I thought it was funny that that logo was what my brain decided to associate with bananas.
-At one point I was at the pool out back of an unfamiliar house, and on the wall was the same mural I painted in the courtyard of my fraternity house. What was interesting is that the words didn't change no matter how many times I looked at it. I suppose this is because my brain sees this as a whole picture rather than words. That's all.

Here's a pic of the mural for reference:

This ones short.

I was at an outdoor abstract/modern sculpture meuseum. There was this one cool exhibit where you'd look at some sculptures in the distance through an empty frame and it would recreate a painting. There were also some painted caves, one of which I got stuck in. Thats all I remember.