thebigm

Note - smoked a joint of Calea Z for the first time 30 mins before bed - 50/50 tobacco, prob close to 1g of calea. Made me nauseous and kept me awake longer than normal. Felt a bit paranoid, but I'm a paranoid person. Thought at one point I would be sick. Feelings subsided after 30 mins.

Had no lucid dreams and no more vivid than normal in any dreams. Although fading into sleep the dreams seemed to start quicker than normal, I think it was placebo affect.

Met and was talking to a woman (KB) at work who plays guitar, we arranged a jamming session at her house, which was in the town my dad grew up in, she lived in a cottage there and I lived in a small house nearby. So I took my amp, guitar and pedals down to her place and set it up. When I arrived she was wearing 'interesting' lingerie covered by a silk gown and although in this state of dress informed me that we would not be sleeping together as she was married....to another woman. At no point in the dream did I want to or envisage that this was the cause of my visit (even although at this point in the dream she was mildly more attractive than she is in real life). Instantly she was back to wearing normal clothes. In retrospect, the houses and surroundings seemed predated to the current time, maybe early 19th century. I set up my guitar but when I went to start I noticed a string was missing and the another had come so loose it was like a piece of string. I also recall that my guitar was noticeably different, it had switches that could make it play an organ noise and other effects built into the guitar - this was not strange to me at the time. KB had a mad amp with loads of pedals inside it that were connected by ethernet cable to get the desired sound she wanted. This was interesting to me yet not strange. We didn't get to playing any music as far as I can remember before the dream changed.

Playing football in some tournament, for Ireland (despite not being Irish). It was like a 7-a-side tournament and was mostly folk late teens playing. I felt as if I was about 19 in the dream (I'm 31 at the time of writing this). For some reason at the start of the match I was carrying 2 shopping bags, one in each hand, that were making me heavy and the person I was marking was getting past me constantly because of this. There were spectators around the pitch, proably about 100 people. One of the spectators, a heavy an with a shaved head and beard around late 40s shouted abuse at me. I dropped the bags at the side of the pitch and then shouted abuse back. After this I started to play really well and created the chance that set up the goal for us to go up 1-0 but playing a through ball to the wing that was cut across and knocked in for the opener. My dad and his wife were there watching, as if I was playing proper football again. The other team equalised straight away and it finished 1-1. We were apparently strong favourites so this was a bad result. Next minute I am playing for Portugal and we get a free kick, and I am looking for Rui Costa to take it but forgot that we have Ronaldo, otherwise I was going to take it. The dream changes there, post game the whole thing has less of an international competition fear and more like an underage trial match where my dad thinks that I might get scouted. I remind him that I am 31 as does his wife.

Post game I am getting a lift somewhere, we stop at what I perceive to be a really dodgy bar in my home town and am surprised at my dad choosing to go there. He says it's just to use the bathroom, but still. I go in with him to make sure he's okay. On the way in, a shady character says to me, "I like the look of your car", which I understood to be code for asking if I want drugs, I smile, say no thanks and walk to the bathroom. After I come out, my dad isn't there, someone tells me that nobody leaves that pub without getting beaten up so I walk out quickly. Find my dad who is in the car already, it's his old burgundy sierra, from around 1992. Memory fades here, we were in s ahopping mall talking about it being a good place for my half brother due to thie funky red cubic looking fountain.

Final part of the dream, least recall, I am playing in a football match supposed to be a blind football match, but the majority of the participants are wearing old dusty uniforms and are wearing sacks over their heads. The field has no grass, it's dusty dry mud like surface but solid. I really want to win. I can mostly see but have to play like I can't. We go a goal down and I start playing normally, in spite of the other players not being able to see. I create an opportunity to score, can't remember if I did or not but then the dream ended.