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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.

I had this dream over 12 hours ago so its not the best it could be. I just remember the really odd stuff.
I remember my dad being really hyper and smiling and giving me a hug then as i pull away he smiles and says he is going to stab me and pretends to stab my back. He seemed so happy and he was smiling. Very hyper which is not normal at all for my dad. Then i remember me and my grandpa talking about my dad and my grandpa said it was a shame that he was on meth. I dont know a lot about meth but to me at the time it made perfect sence Then I remember spending the next two days in my room planing to escape and I did. I was walking into town (i live out of town) except my town seemed very primitive. I saw this girl that i talk to and she asked what i was doing and i told her running away and she said that i could stay at her house and i was going to until this guy that flirts with me and use to be friends with walked up to me and said i could stay at his house and i thought good i could go smoke some weed although i dont even smoke weed.
And i cant remember the rest other than i was driving and didnt go to his houses and i went shopping????

I was in a big city with Kestrel and a guy friend of mine, who we'll call Tyrone. We were at some sort of rave party. There were a lot of people there, but no one was dancing. Like usual, Kestrel and I didn't care and we were ripping apart the dance floor.

There were a couple toddlers running around. This was no place for a toddler! I scooped one of them up and went to find his mother. I started talking to her for awhile about children, when what I presume was one of the DJs comes over and says some rude remark about the children. I flip him off.

A lady comes up to me and says that she needs to talk to me outside. She looks forty or fifty, and is wearing an interesting leather halter top with a short leather skirt. I assume she's mad at me for flipping off the DJ, but we talk instead about other things. I tell her that I used to be a raver 3 or 4 years ago and she responds, "Oh, well, we'll have to deal with this in a more adult manner. I couldn't hurt one of my own."

"What's your name?" I ask her.

"Sonya."

So we walk around and talk more when we start hiring sirens. We look back to see that the police have raided the rave. She tells me to stay back, but I need to go find Kestrel and Tyrone.

I enter the party and start looking for them. There are a lot of people panicking and someone is carried out on a stretcher. I find them in the back of some weird UPS truck, freaking out about something.

"Where have you been???" Kestrel asks, panicking.

"I was just...er...outside," I respond.

"Did you drink the beer??" Tyrone asks.

"Er...I think I had some whiskey..."

"But did you have THE BEER?!" Kestrel asks.

"I don't know! Maybe?! Why?"

"IT WAS POISONED!" They say in unison.

"We gotta get out of here," Tyrone declares, "but first...meth." Tyrone randomly does meth.

"HONK HONK MOTHERFUCKERS!" He screams and takes the drivers seat. Suddenly, it's like we are in GTA. Tyrone is racing the UPS truck down the highway, hitting as many innocent bystanders as he can.

Tyrone hits a streetlight and we came to a stop.



The UPS truck, had it looked perfectly before it encountered us, was now decimated.

"POLICE! THIS IS THE POLICE!" We heard shouting and sirens all around us. Tyrone jumped out of the car and screamed, "THESE ARE MY HOSTAGES NOW!!!"

But we escaped, so it was all cool.

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Another dream from the night of the 7th, a few more of those coming.
My friend Elmer is referenced in this dream, which is odd.
I almost never actually see his DC.
Also, realizing that the past dream I had was actually a dream, only to still be dreaming just in a separate dream, is something that happens quite a lot.
Though it wasn't really a FA, since I never woke up, I just transitioned.
(P.S. Me and my friend are not meth drug dealers, just to be clear).


February 7th 2013

I'm at my house and some people are at the door.
Apparently there here to purchase meth from me, but not just meth.
Some kind of special meth dessert.
Apparently my friend Elmer was supposed to make it for them but he wasn't around, so they asked me too, and surprisingly I knew how.
I told them to give me a second and went into the kitchen.
I took out some meth I had lying around among other things.
When I was making it it felt second nature to me, as if I had done this many times in the past.
Then it was done, a small strawberry pastry laced with meth. I handed it over to them.

"Sorry but I couldn't find any whip cream, must have ran out."

It was a pretty cute looking pastry, looked like something out of an anime, although it's container barely held it.

"Eat that and it will get the two of you high, guaranteed."

They seemed satisfied with my results and were on there way.
When they left I could here a racket going on outside.
I went to go investigate and opened my front door to take a look out side.
A bunch of kids were playing around on my doorstep.
Hey I knew these guys!
Among them were the people I know, Matteus, Mihn, Bradley, and another who's face I can't remember.
They were all playing around and laughing, I decided to join them.
It was here when I started to mention that I had been to the moon earlier when a painful click went off in my head.
I wasn't on the moon earlier, that's impossible!
Oh no, that was all a dream? I can't believe it.

Oh the irony of dreams, so painful in retrospect.