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I found myself with 3 joints laying in bed and i smoked 2 of them, my mum suddenly came home with my geandpa and auntie while i was smoking them saying "You can smell him puffing down on joints, he'll light another one up soon!", I went out and said hi for a bit, this dream went on for alot longer but i can't recall anything else.

Another dream i had went on for ages but all i can remember was picking on alot of people then having a vision that a face was in my knee so i grabbed 2 knives and started scraping at my leg until my knee ripped out, my knee and upper thigh was completely mutilated lol.

There was about 4-5 different dreams, they went on for ages, i only remember 2 of them and this much of them unfortunately because i decided to sleep for even longer.

Sketch2 is my new journal.

Anyways, the dream was fragmented, and I'm writing this three hours after it happened.

I remember two main events; getting my bowl, and getting drunk.

I'll start with the second event, because I'm forgetting it fast.

I don't ever drink. Alcohol has never agreed with me, but in the dream I was playing a game where I had to drink certain amounts of alcohol to pass to the next level, where the amount was even greater. I remember getting past 15, 40, 45, 50, 150, 445, so on. I don't know what the number represent, but I remember that if you lost, the whole board got bigger. ie. that 445 started out as like 145 before I kept losing. I don't remember how you lost, but it was probably just defocusing. Anyways, I remember finally beating the game and feeling infinite copies of the world in my head. It was like I was lagging in real life, I felt myself duplicating and falling behind, it sucked. Getting drunk sucks.

Before this though, I got my bowl in the mail. I ordered a bowl online to smoke legal herbs (salvia) and I paid quite a hefty amount. I am still waiting for it, too.

Anyways, in the dream I opened the package and pulled it out, and it was only like 2" long. I was pissed, but I noticed it had a bunch of resin, so I took some hits, and that was nice. I didn't really get high obviously, but it was a nice feeling.

DJ Log: December 15, 2011 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am browsing through some boxes of records at a small record store in the mall. I find a couple of 5-LP sets that I like so I carry then over to the counter and pick up a shopping basket. Near the counter, the sales guy is in an argument with two guys about messing up his display. It looks like they may have knocked over a shelf, as there are CDs all over the floor.

I go back to the record display and dig around a bit more. I pick up a Kruder and Dorfmeister record sleeve and look inside to see that there is actually a CD in there. I quickly put it back on the shelf, then I notice that there are other boxes of records under the display that are quite disorganized. I sit down on the floor and dig through one of the boxes. While digging, one of the employees comes up to me and asks, “Can I help you find anything?” I reply, “I'm just browsing around. Thanks.” I pick up a box of 7” records to find another box under it. They kind of look like 78's, but they are only about 4” (10cm) in diameter. The employee sees me looking at these and asks, “Would you like to play any of those? There is a special player.”

He walks into the back room, then returns with a large, heavy box. He pulls out what looks like a record player without the platen on it. He plugs it in and turns it on. The shaft in the center starts to spin and he tells me to stick one of those small records on there. I look back at the box of small records, and they have all turned into wooden disks which are half-spherical in shape, perhaps like a half of a coconut shell, with a metal ring in the center which has some serrated edges on it. I pick one up and look at it strangely, then look at this player which he brought out. He says, “Just put it on and it will play.” I place one of these things on the spindle and it spins a half turn, then flops over to the side and makes a nasty scraping sound. Being disappointed with the sound, I pick up the wooden thing and put it back in the box. I tell the guy, “I'll just stick with the regular records, thanks.”

I walk away, then see a couple other people looking through some records on a table. The table is inside an aluminum and glass box which looks like a large phone booth, or perhaps a bus stop shelter. As soon as I get inside the box, the door closes behind me. A young Asian girl looks through the glass and says, “auto wash.” I try to open the door, but it is locked from the outside. Suddenly, water starts spraying all over me as if I am inside a dishwasher. I pull my phone out of my pocket and it shorts out and smokes a bit, then I drop it on the floor. I step back and try to bully my way through the door, but it won't budge. I turn around and run into the glass as hard as I can, and find myself laying on the floor outside the box.

I stand up and notice that I have immediately dried off. I look up and two guys are giving me a weird look. I look back at my clothes, then lift my arms and look at my hands. Becoming a bit suspicious, I look back at the guys and they have a terrified look on their face. I look at my hands again and become lucid. I look back at the two guys and they are stepping backwards, staring at me with terrified looks on their faces. I take a step toward them and say, “You can't fool me, I'm fucking dreaming. You missed your chance to prove otherwise.” I jump up and down and say, “Look ma, I'm fucking dreaming! Yay! Ain't this cool?”

Becoming bored with this scene, I decide to fly out through the wall and see what's on the other side. I levitate off the ground and those two guys run away as fast as they can. I look at the curtain covering a window and say, “This looks like a good spot.” I fly into the window and pass through without resistance. On the other side is the main corridor of the shopping mall. I continue flying and pass through the next wall which leads out to the street.

Once outside, I stop flying and settle onto the ground. I walk along for a bit, watching as everyone stops whatever they're doing, looks at me with a startled look, then scatters like roaches. Once I get around the corner, the DCs are not reacting as strangely. I walk along for a bit and enter a train station. The lines at the counter are long, so I reach into my pocket and summon a ticket. I pull out a ticket that says, ”Free ride anywhere you want” and then I proceed through the building and out into the terminal.

When I enter the terminal, I spot Oneironaut Zero standing near a light pole with a couple other guys. O is wearing a rainbow hat just like mine. I walk up to him and say, “I love that hat!” He laughs a bit, then continues talking with the other guys, so I start to walk away. As I turn, He says, “Hey, Jim. Sorry, I was deep in thought. You might want to watch this.” I turn around and walk back up to him to see that one of the other guys is lighting up a bowl. The guy takes a hit, then passes it to me. I fire it up, then suddenly wake up.

DJ Log: October 2, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am driving around with a friend through the outskirts of the city. We pull into an abandoned industrial lot to see if there are any good places to go offroading. My friend says, “I don't think we should be driving around in here.” I reply with a question, “Would you like to get out and walk?” He replies, “No.”

On the right side are a couple of hills with lots of trails going up and down them. On the left is a line of trees and straight ahead is a muddy area. I look at the hills and the mud pit for a while, deciding which I want to hit first. As I think, I reach down and engage the transfer case into 4x4 mode. My friends puts on his seat belt and grabs the oh-shit handle with a nervous look on his face. I back up to get a running start, then hit the mud hole as fast as I can. The truck sinks into the mud quite a bit, but I am able to pull through easily. I turn around and drive through the mud again while doing some donuts in the middle of the pit.

My friend says, “Let's pull over by the trees and fire up a doobie.” I look over at him and see that he is holding a large doobie and a lighter. I drive over by the trees, then up and around the mid pit to the top end of the lot. The top of the lot connects to one of the city streets and the back sides of several buildings line the edge of the lot. We stop right in the middle of the lot and light up the doobie. He takes the first couple hits, then I take a couple. It tastes really good and I immediately get high as hell.

I pass on the second round, saying, “I'll skip this one. I don't want to get so high that I forget how to get out of here.” He looks at me and says, “Snausages.” I give him a puzzled look, then start up the truck and drive off. As I drive, he keeps laughing and pointing at things outside. I look at him and ask, “Your eyes look funny, are you high?” He just laughs again.

im in my room and i just took out my bag of weed. im getting ready to smoke when my dad knocks on the door so I hide my liter and hitter. he walks in and says something. hes about to leave when he gives me a stern look and looks at something behind me. I turn around to see that i left my bag of weed out on my bed. I put on my O face and then woke up.


notes: little bit high, took some melatonin and xanex

Freddy had a job interview somewhere far away (a few hours) and asked me to go with him for the drive. we were taking his dad's truck because his car is broken. we got pulled over by Dewey police officers, women, because the tag didn't have a bar code on it. one of them asked me for my I.D. and i didn't want her to know i was underage so i told her i didn't have one.
"why don't you have one?"
"because i don't drive."
"why don't you drive?"
"i don't believe in it."
"oh, okay. i can respect that."
for some reason they searched the car and found some illegal substances and were now arresting us for that, too. one woman had short, thick, black hair and the other had long blonde hair. there was a child with them. i think she belonged to the blonde woman. i had left my purse in the truck and made them turn around so i could get it. once i was back in the police car i took out my cell phone and started calling my mom. one of the women told me to give her my phone "i have to call my fucking mom" was my response. then i woke up very suddenly.

April 5th, 2011

I'm riding on the bus. It's some sort of field trip with my teacher. We seem to be driving around some fancy-ish neighborhood. It's cloudy. The next parts are all blurred together. I might be getting off the bus, but there's some sort of false awakening (maybe?). Throughout the whole dream I'm listening to some recordings (podcasts?) on my Ipod from Itunes. I'm in my bed. The recordings ore weird. One mentioned something about LSD (I think the recording was telling someone to do marijuana or LSD) and I became really scared. I'm still in my room with my lamp on. I'm listening to some more recordings. One was quiet, but I didn't notice it at first because I'm still on the bus (or with my teacher). The other recordings are about people doing meditation and yoga and stuff. after a while of this blurriness, I drop something on the floor, It goes BOOM and my sister comes in to ask if I'm okay, to which I reply, "yes."

Notes...

It was blurry because it kept switching scenes from my room to the bus. The whole dream was very unstable.

When I was in my room, it seemed very normal, but I was scared throughout the whole dream (because of the mention of marijuana).

When the recording mentioned LSD or Marijuana, it was a mans voice. There was either 1) a man talking to a girl about yoga and meditation and told her to try marijuana and she said something indicating that was a good idea or 2) the girl wasn't in the recording, but the man was talking to her, and i don't know where she was. To some extent, she was part of the recording.

As part of the blurriness, I kept seeing my teacher standing at the front of the bus.

One of the places the bus was for a couple of seconds looked familiar. Actually, everywhere looked familiar. i think the bus turned off some busy street, drove through the fancy neighborhood, and passed a grocery store (?).

DJ Log: July 28, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: • NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am sitting in a small pickup truck with a bunch of guys, waiting for a bag of weed. We're sitting at a gas station, smoking the last little bit of weed from a small bowl. I'm sitting in the passenger seat, there's a guy in the driver seat, another lying across our laps with his head in my lap. There are two more guys in the space behind the seats. The guy behind me grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back, then gives me a shotgun hit. When I lean forward again, the guy lying in my lap looks at me and smiles.

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of July 10-11, 2011.]

I'm in Sunday school, and we're playing a game-show-style game in which I am the lovely assistant. The contestant on the game show is creating a piece of ceramic art using a pottery wheel.

I'm in a large van that has stone benches instead of regular seats. The van is filled with good friends of mine, and we're watching something good on TV. The van morphs into an airplane, and I disembark.

The interior of the airport where I've landed is windowless, and the walls, floor, and ceiling are all a flat, industrial, dark gray color. The building has multiple, unequal, uneven levels with stairs leading from one to another. There is one very tangled staircase that takes you up, down, around, and across, turning several corners and going in several different directions, as you go from the bottom of it to the top. [It doesn't loop, though; it has a beginning and an end that are on different levels of floor, but it also has a ridiculous number of convolutions in between that make no sense.] I walk this entire staircase, from beginning to end.

I'm walking around trying to find baggage claim, but I can't; I get lost. I'm carrying three plastic tokens, which I'm supposed to use to claim my bags. I pass a large bag inspection checkpoint, and another checkpoint specifically for people who are traveling with marijuana plants. There are lines of people waiting at both checkpoints. Each person in the line for the latter checkpoint is carrying either a marijuana plant, or some cuttings from one. They're not forbidden on flights, they just have to be inspected first. I also pass behind the back side of the security checkpoint.

I try to climb into an area full of junk. I meet a small boy who decides to follow me into the area.

[Separate dream.] P. and I [I think] are fighting over the scheduling of our showers and hair-drying. I apologize for the fact that I have to wash my hair every day because it's so hot. I try to rush through my shower.

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Side notes:
This night was my very first night in my new place of residence. When I woke up in my new room for the first time and recalled my first dream there, my reaction was, “Hmm. I got lost in a confusing place. That isn't very reassuring.”

vividness: 6
Lucidity: 0
I was at a ice skating rink, and i remember that i had just left, i had a gram bag on me. i saw a cop and wanted to run away. I ran about 200 ft over a few hills and under a bridge. This was the hobo sanctuary, there 2 hobos sleeping in the beam above us with a board in between the beams to make the surface. There was a black lady that wasn't sleeping i remember how nice she was to everybody. There were trees under the bridge that were almost hitting the top of it. They grew every fruit imaginable, and it wouldn't have been the sanctuary without them.
-Skip
I left the ice skating rink, and went to my friend Jordan's mom's house. We all headed up to his attic to smoke, my friend Colby was there to, and I remember this one girl being there that liked back in seventh grade, but i haven't seen her much in high school. I remember thinking in my head "could i get lucky?" We were going to smoke, but suddenly i forgot to call my parents to tell them I went to his house. I went to call them and the phone just wouldn't work. I would go to hit a number and a letter would come up, or the number symbol #. I finally decided to walk home. I got to my house and told them i was staying at his house, and i wanted a ride back.
-Skip
There was a medical marijuana clinic that had just opened, you could take your weed there and get the baggy stamped, and it would be legal. I was going to have this done and go over to Jordan's (came up a lot in this dream). I went to get up in line and they said they needed to see my card also, I remember i had 2 gram bags and another pinch in this one bag. I only took one out in case he would notice I'm not a real patient, and take it. I simply said that I left my card at home, and would be back later. I remember this freshman being before i walked down the street, and was talking to him on my way to Jordan's. He had been one of the shortest kid in the high school that some one could probably mistake for a elementary school kid, I remember talking to him in the mourning in real life. He had gotten a gram bag stamped(he doesn't smoke in real life) and was all ready pretty stoned to begin with. I headed off to Jordan's and we went out separate ways.
-Skip
I got to Jordan's and remember the garage door being opened i walked in, and Colby, and Jordan were already smoking out of the bong.
-Skip
We had gotten new fish in our fish tank and i was looking a them asking my mom when we had gotten them. I forget what she said.
-Skip
I watch a documentary yesterday on the moment of death, and how they would use hypothermia to save lives when people were in cardiac arrest. My pet bird had been frozen solid some how. I got some hot water and was worried that she would die, and it wouldn't work. I dropped her frozen body in the water and she flew right out.

I had a dream I went to smoke pot with half the people in my class (This would be my first time, as I don't do any drugs). On our way, a police officer stopped us. He arrested us all and we were headed downtown for execution (weird. I doubt you'd even go to jail for 6 months for possession) in x days. Time lapse to death row: We were all standing in line waiting to be beheaded. I can see my friends in line ahead of me, being killed one-by-one. When I came up to be punished, the executioner started a countdown from 15. My heart was racing. 10. I panicked, and started sobbing. 5. I begged him for my life, taking out my wallet, throwing all of $300 on the ground asking for another chance. 1. The executioner put his axe down and told me I had an honest heart or something. I remember telling everyone afterward how I survived death row.

I'm not sure of the order of these dreams, but I also remember a fragment of another where I was in my friend Diorra's room playing Guitar Hero or something. Oddly enough, the room looked a lot like my friend Josh's room.

I remember going to a supermarket or something with this weird looking Mexican guy who could find the best deals on like spaghetti. I had spaghetti last night, but other than that, this was pretty random. He also had a creepy van.

Finally, I remember going to the mall into a girl's clothing store or something of the sort, with a dancing doll on each table/rack. One doll in the store would light up, and if you touched it, then another one would start singing. If you could find this one and touch it in 15 seconds, you'd get a prize. I remember having some reason to do this. Not sure exactly why, though.

Awake, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

The moment I see my old college campus start to appear out of the darkness, I realize, Oh, cool, a dream is starting. There are lots of multistory buildings all around me, and it's a beautiful day with a vivid blue sky and puffy white clouds. The dream is fairly vivid [and remains so throughout its entire length]. I observe that the environment around me is consistent with the environment I've observed in previous dreams set on my old college campus. [Although, now that I think about it, I think the dreams I have that are set there feel similar more than they look similar. Being in the environment always feels the same, but I think the layout, the spatial relationships of buildings, is slightly different each time. The style of the buildings is always pretty much the same, though.]

I walk along among the buildings, and eventually [possibly after a dreamskip?] find myself inside somebody’s house. The living room has been filled with chlorinated water and turned into a big, deep indoor pool. The second floor of the house is open to the living room, and has a balcony-like walkway that surrounds the living room on three sides. The water comes almost all the way up to the level of the walkway. When I see the pool, I think, This is a dream. I should be able to breathe underwater. I get into the water and start swimming down into the pool, testing this hypothesis. It proves to be correct. By consciously focusing on the knowledge that I can breathe underwater here, I can breathe underwater. While I'm swimming, I feel the resistance that one normally feels from the water when swimming, but not the wetness; I still feel completely dry. I also notice that breathing feels exactly the same as it normally does when I'm breathing air; those parts of my body don't feel any resistance from the water, whereas my skin and limbs do feel it. [I think this experience further demonstrates the same phenomenon that lies behind the nose-pinch reality check: doing something that would obstruct your ability to breathe in reality will not obstruct it in a dream, because your real body is still breathing normally.]

I resurface, then dive again, this time going all the way to the bottom of the pool. I find a small, square sticker there, part of a board game. I retrieve it and bring it to a dream character who is sitting on the walkway at the side of the pool opposite where I came into the room. He's playing the game that the sticker came from. I hand him the sticker, saying something like, “Here. This is part of your game. I brought this back for you.”

The dream character accepts the sticker and asks me to go over to the far corner of the room (near where I came in) and retrieve another, similar sticker that he dropped. I agree to do so. Before I dive under the water again, I pretend to take a deep breath and hold it, for the sake of appearances. I don't want any of the several dream characters who are around to realize that I have superhuman abilities. I dive toward the bottom corner of the pool at the far end of the room, where two walls come together at an acute angle. I find not only another sticker like the first one, but also a die, a playing card, and other, similar small objects from games. I pick them all up.

I decide to try to get back to the second floor by flying. [Apparently because I want there not to be,] There's no water around me anymore. With a short grunt, I try unsuccessfully to take off. I decide to just climb the nearby stairs to get up to the second-floor walkway.

I walk along the walkway and stop in front of the male dream character playing the game. He asks me, “What was that grunt?”

“I was trying to jump up and fly back to the second floor,” I answer.

“Why?” he asks.

I throw my handful of small game pieces at him. “Because you're a dream character!” I exclaim. [Or it might have been, “Because I'm dreaming!” I don't quite remember. The main point is that I dropped all pretense that I was a regular person with no superhuman abilities at this moment, and admitted to being the dreamer.]

A second later, my conscience kicks in. “Wait. I don't know why I did that,” I say. “That was rude. I'm sorry.”

A woman about my age with short, dark hair joins our conversation at this point. She starts off by addressing me, saying something like, “That's right. You're dreaming.” She, the game-playing DC, and I all proceed to have a long, in-depth conversation on the subject of lucid dreaming. [Unfortunately, I don't remember much of what we said. What I do recall is an overall impression that this woman was an expert on the subject, and that her attitude toward me was that of a supportive older mentor. She seemed interested in my progress and how much I had learned so far.] The dark-haired woman asks me something like, “This is your fortieth or so lucid dream, right?”

“Forty-seventh, or fiftieth, something like that,” I answer.

At another point during the conversation, another guy my age, named Andy, is also there in the room. The dark-haired woman points him out to me as another dreamer. [I had no intention of anything like that happening to me. If it did, it was completely without my desire or consent.]

Andy, the woman, the game-playing DC, and I all walk out of the building onto the coast by my university. We're facing a sea cliff with train tracks running along it. We walk along and come to the grassy, topmost level of an amphitheater, built into the land where it slopes down toward the beach. Below the grassy part are many levels of bleachers made out of a metal mesh.

“I really like floaty things,” I observe, addressing the woman. I point out that there are a lot of colorful helium balloons around, and a lot of the other people who are around are flying small, colorful kites. I have one myself.

The other DCs who are there are passing around a strange contraption. At its center is a device that has a chamber in which marijuana leaves are burning, and a fan. The fan is keeping the semi-transparent plastic garbage bag that surrounds the device inflated. The bag is there to keep the marijuana smoke in, but there is a tear in the plastic near the knot, allowing the smoke to escape at a limited rate so that one might inhale it. One of the other, female DCs in the scene comes over to me and my group and offers us the contraption. The other DCs in my group accept it first and take hits from it, then offer it to me. My immediate reaction to getting the opportunity to try marijuana is, Yay! I can do this without getting in trouble or risking the health of my real body, and if I do it, I can brag about it on the forums! [Meaning DreamViews, of course.]

I accept the blown-up garbage bag and maneuver it so that the tear in the plastic is near my face. This isn't easy to do with the fan device constantly inflating the plastic from the inside and making it move around. When I've gotten the tear as close to my face as I can, I inhale some of the smoke through my nose. It has a plant-like smell. The drug doesn't make me feel any different, nor does it change the environment around me.

My companions and I sit down on the metal mesh bleachers to watch a concert [or something like that]. As I sit down, I try to be careful not to get the string of my kite tangled up with the strings of my companions' kites.

There is a blue reusable shopping bag from Wal-Mart lying just to my left on the metal bleachers. It comes to life and starts wrapping its handles around my left arm and constricting its handles tightly, much like Devil's Snare from the Harry Potter universe. I'm not sure if this occurrence is a weed-induced hallucination or just ordinary dream weirdness. I look up and to my right at the dark-haired woman, who is sitting next to me. She looks back at me with an expression that communicates, “Yeah, this is what I was expecting would happen; how are you going to deal with it?”

I'm a little frightened by the shopping bag attacking me, but I'm still secure in the knowledge that this is a dream, so I'll be safe and sound when I wake up. I close my eyes and think to myself, Take me home. [By which I mean, “Take me back to the real world.”]

I then woke up for real, just as I had desired to do. I was amazed to discover that a full 6 ½ hours had passed since I'd gone to sleep. When I recalled my reaction to the opportunity to smoke marijuana, I laughed derisively at myself and thought, Oh, boy. I need to sort out my priorities.

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Side notes:
It's certainly fitting that I dreamed about smoking marijuana on the morning of 4/20. I first learned about 4/20 from peers in college, but on a conscious level, I had completely forgotten about it until I found the “Happy 4/20!” thread on DreamViews this morning. My subconscious sure remembered, though. :-)

I've never tried marijuana in real life, so I can't compare the reality to the dream. That might also be why it didn't really make me feel any different: my brain doesn't really know what it's supposed to feel like to be under its influence. I have drunk alcohol in real life, but I haven't done so in a dream yet. If I ever do, I expect it will probably feel just like it does in reality.

I noticed something today: When I write dream journal entries, I write like a scientist. I write down what I've observed and compare my new observations to previous ones. Sometimes I draw conclusions from all these observations. Often, I perform experiments within the dream and report on their results.

Horror of drugs (That aren't marijuana)

I was in a big parking lot on the side of a highway. I was there to make a drug deal with two other people that I didn't know. I kept getting nervous because cars kept driving really fast through the parking lot. I kept thinking that one of them would be a cop. We were about to give up on finding the drugs, when one of the people I was with saw it. He reached his hand down a gutter and pulled out a plastic bag full of adderall pills.

Later, time skipped some and I had taken some adderall at my house. I felt sped up and kind of light headed. My old friend JP had come over, which was strange because our friendship ended on pretty bad terms. I knew that he had come over, but I couldn't find him anywhere in the house. I knew something was wrong, so I went out into the garage and JP was sitting in my car, in the passenger side seat. In the driver seat there was a little girl who JP was helping smoke out of my pipe. She had blond hair and looked as though she was two to three years old. I had never seen her before.

I opened the car door and grabbed the pipe from the girl, putting it in my pocket. I put out my hand towards the plastic bag full of pills that JP was holding, but he held back. I told him that he could keep the pills. I didn't want them because I could get in trouble with them. I then picked up the girl and felt her shaking. She had smoked crushed up adderall pills out of my pipe. I asked JP how much she had smoked. I forgot what he said. I told him how bad it was and that I may have to take her to the hospital. When I said this I looked at the girl to make sure she didn't understand what I was saying. I asked him if he did it just to get back at me or something.

He said "Honestly, yes."

I then told him that I wouldn't be the one paying for it and that it was worse for the little girl than me.

He was now in the back of my car and three girls were in the car with him. At this point the little girl had disappeared from my hands. I asked them why they didn't stop him and they all they said that they didn't know it was harmful. I called them all names over and over. I started to leave to go inside and they followed me to the door. They all started to look pretty nervous as I threatened how much trouble they would be in. I went in and walked past my parents in the living room going straight to my room. I held the pipe in my pocket to make sure it didn't fall out. I would put it away before I told my parents what was going on.

Strange club

I was with this girl who needed to get home to Texas from where we were at. She had blond, shoulder length hair and blue eyes. I think we were in a major city in California. We had maybe come from Yellowstone. We hadn't traveled very far though, so my dream logic must have failed me and thought that California was close to Yellowstone.

I started to drive her out into the city a bit to find a hotel. Later she told me that the next day I would need to drive her to Iowa to catch a plane home. I told her that I couldn't and that she would have to take a bus or something. For some reason I felt scared to not take her. After I told her that I couldn't take her she said that she had no reason to live. She turned into an old woman with messy, gray hair and went out in traffic, getting hit by a vehicle. She splattered into a white liquid material after being hit.

Time skipped and I then ended up in this club in the same city. It was just a huge slab of concrete with people dancing everywhere. I found a section that was for gay people and everybody said that it was where I belonged. There was a train of eight to ten guys rubbing against each other. Most of them were old, black men. I didn't really feel comfortable with this. I tried to leave but was frozen and couldn't move for a second. I finally got away from it.

I sat down next to some other people. Then a person started to speak to us from a stage at the front. He told us that the brown squares on the floor were made of something special. He let us guess for a while what they were made out of and some of the people around us thought it something dangerous. He then said that if there were any thieves that he was afraid they would take what it was. He then revealed to us that the brown squares were marijuana. The people around me tore some of the pieces from the floor and said they were taking some home.

I then grabbed my suitcase and started to leave. It fell open though and I noticed that another suitcase had been inside of it. This suitcase was unzipped and I could see that it was completely empty. I hadn't packed any of my clothes when I left Yellowstone and was scared I would have to go back to where I was to get them. I thought about calling my parents to ask what I should do.

I find myself outside near a convenience/appliance combination store wearing my trusty ‘traveling’ backpack I own only in my dreams. It, as usual, is stuffed with marijuana. Apparently weed is the only thing I feel I need to survive when traversing the dreamscape.

A teenager approaches me from across the street as if he knows me. The teenager asks me for some weed and offers to help me “get some pussy” in return. This disrespectful bartering prospect highly unnerves me, and sends me into a rage. I swing a right hook at him, but he is a minor and so I subconsciously pull back at the last moment and the punch doesn’t land.

The punk kid throws a deck of cards at me and they all spill and flutter around me. I dig into my trusty dream satchel to procure some sort of defense. I find my rhyming dictionary and throw it at the teenager. This has no affect and so I throw spoon after spoon at him… each of which I find inside my bag. With the kid distracted, I duck into the store and find myself at the model washers and dryers.

Cat shit covers my clothes now so I am given ample reason to use said washers and dryers. I strip down to my boxer-brief underpants and place my dirty clothes in an empty display washer. Everybody is very upset by my actions, and shake their heads at me… who stands wearing boxer-briefs, shoes and socks, and a backpack. Since I was half-naked, the authorities were notified so the police show up immediately… there had been a cruiser across the street and two officers witnessed the entire previous scene with the teenager. I am afraid because of how much marijuana I have on my person, and the immanence of being searched… I approach the police and surrender the rest of my spoons. Subconsciously I knew that I was dreaming and that I didn’t have to actually suffer the legal ramifications of the situation at hand and ended the dream to wake myself up before being busted for possession.

I jumped around from scene to scene, quite erratically. There seemed to be no explicit connection between locations, but I had felt that I was running important errands, like I was gathering necessary items, or accomplishing simple and seemingly mundane tasks. Although the tasks themselves looked mundane, I felt a deeper importance behind them. For a while I jumped between errands, none of them really stuck out in my mind. That was until I stood at the counter at some type of retail warehouse, and payed for some items as I spoke forgotten words to the female cashier. As I placed my items into my backpack, I noticed that my short red bong sat on the counter top a few feet away from the cash machine. I'm pretty sure the cashier noticed as I quickly rushed to hide the bong from sight, and placed it into the backpack before leaving the store. I felt worried that I could somehow be arrested or in trouble, just for having a bong in plain view.