Thread: Into the Rabbit Hole

Sounded like mustard gas to me. I had a gas dream like that before, but it was during a piano recital. Did you have the feeling like you were going to die any minute? Also, does school effect your recall? Personally, I think mine has gotten better because I'm waking up around the same time waaaay more consistently.

Originally Posted by Akono

Sounded like mustard gas to me.

That's the same thing I was thinking.

Crazy dream, though!

Also, my recall has been pretty bad, lately, too.

Originally Posted by Akono

Sounded like mustard gas to me. I had a gas dream like that before, but it was during a piano recital. Did you have the feeling like you were going to die any minute? Also, does school effect your recall? Personally, I think mine has gotten better because I'm waking up around the same time waaaay more consistently.

Well most of my classes are between noon and 10pm this quarter so I'm not waking up early. Actually maybe that's why my recall has been poorer than usual. lol...mustard gas...always makes me think of mustard pretzels for some reason. Mmm. I'm hungry.

I really wish I would have had time to write my dreams down this morning...now I feel like I have forgotten so much.

I became lucid in this underground club that was pretty empty except for a couple of female bartenders and cocktail waitresses. Immediately upon becoming lucid I was ecstatic and walked up to the cute girl bartender. Now that I think about it...I have to stop and wonder what happened to my morality. I walked up to her and said something along the lines of, "mind if I fondle your breasts a bit?" and without waiting for an answer I just started grabbing her boobs and sort of laughing about it. She didn't seem to mind too much though. I looked across the room and saw a group of guys just hanging out around this large hole in the floor. It was a circular hole, maybe 7 feet in diameter...and there was a railing all around the edge of it. The guys were just hanging out and having a drink, leaning against the railing. As I walked over I noticed that the hole was completely black...there was nothing but darkness...like a black void or bottomless pit. I decided to show off.

I climbed up so I was standing on the railing and proclaimed, "hey, guys! look what I can do!" ...and I climbed over the railing and stepped out over the hole and just sort of hovered there for a few seconds. They were all very impressed and watching what I was doing. But then...I began to slowly sink down into the blackness. Shiiit! I thought. I tried to fly up out of it but I couldn't. There was nothing beneath my feet and I was just slowly sinking into the darkness. Sooo I decided to just go with it and see what I could find in the darkness. I tried to think that there would be a basement to the club down there and tried to form a club around me but I couldn't. I was completely immersed inside the black void. I floated around...again trying to form some sort of dreamscape. But all I could form were very vague outlines of shadowy people, just barely discernible in the blackness. Damn. I was getting annoyed...floating around in nothing. It felt as though, my consciousness had sunk into blackness. As though, my brain had stopped doing whatever magical thing it was doing before to create these beautiful dream images. Ah ha! I realized what I needed to do.

I needed to stimulate a certain part of my brain. So I focused my attention and tried to stare out of the top of my forehead. There was a straining sort of pressure at first...then I felt the buzzing start up disk...and images and colors began to swirl around me. Suddenly I was enjoying a new vivid dreamscape. It gets a bit blurry here, as I was with some old friends. But at some point in the lucid dream, a certain famous and very attractive celebrity showed up. Let's just call him E for the sake of not naming names.

We spent a lot of time together and then decided that we wanted to share a dream. So we laid down and went to sleep, and I found myself in another dream. It took me a little bit to find him again. This was an extremely long and involved lucid dream but I can barely remember any of it. At first I think I had sort of lost lucidity. But when I saw him again I said, "I can't believe this is actually happening." And he said...in a sad way...."it's not. It's just a dream." I laughed, and at that point and remembered that it was our dream and regained my full lucidity. There's one part of the dream that I remember... There was a beautiful sunset. We were by the sea. He was holding me like he never wanted to let go, and kept saying that he was afraid of losing me. I kept saying, "I wish this was real. Why can't this be real. I don't want this to be a dream." I remember this ridiculous amount of beautiful sadness and melodrama about the whole situation.

I don't remember at what point or why we agree to wake up...but I think it had to do with the fact that I wanted it to be real and I knew it wasn't. But we decided to wake up. Now this part is shocking to me...because I thought I would just wake up into the real world. But when I woke up, I woke up into the dream I was in before. Except he was gone. I didn't see him again after that. I remember being really confused, because I had just...without any doubt...had a dream within a dream. Without even meaning to...and after having told people that I do not think it is even possible, and that Inception is just a movie. A move that I don't even like! It's like my subconscious was out to prove something to me. Which is that...it is very possible to have a dream within a dream. So I will just shut up about Inception from now on.

I remember floating down by a beach and I saw a pirate ship. Oooo I got excited. I'm going to meet Captain Jack Sparrow! I ran down to the pirate ship and climbed aboard. It was completely empty so I walked to the cabin and opened the door. Right as I opened the door Captain Jack walks out and gives me this look. Ok, you know...the Jack Sparrow look. I wanted to laugh. He was so sexy I wanted to kiss him. I remember thinking that he might smell though, because he's sort of dirty. I think he said something to me and I went into his cabin with him. I think I woke up shortly after.

Thanks to Oneironaut's avatar I had a lucid dream with Blade in it.

It was a chilly and rainy night and I was walking through the streets of an unfamiliar city. I sensed eyes watching me, all around me...some sort of creatures lurking in the darkness. They were making horrible moaning sounds and reminded me of the creatures that come to take the bad guys away in the movie Ghost. I begin to feel panicky and at this point realize that I must be dreaming. But before I can do anything to change the dream scene, I see a headlight and hear a vehicle skid to a halt in front of me. The dark creatures slink back into the shadows, and I see a motorcycle that looks a lot like Fenrir surrounded in a cloud of smoke and misty vapor. As the mist clears I see a man dressed in all black. Blade. My curiosity peaks, and I decide to let the dream play out instead of attempting to control anything.

He speaks in a deep, soothing, yet frosty monotone voice, "Are you hurt"

"...no"

"Then get on."

I climb onto the back of the bike and wrap my arms around his waist, noticing how incredibly hard his body is as my fingers move over his chiseled abs. But before I could barely register this strong attraction, he does a burn out spinning the bike around and we speed off through a cloud of smoke.

I tighten my hold around him as we speed through the city streets and out onto a more suburban sort of landscape with lots of trees and houses. I tilt my head back and look up at the dark sky full of clouds tinged with the faintest reddish orange glow around the edges, leftover from sunset...drinking in the chilly air as it whips the hair around my face...just relishing the moment and enjoying being lucid...allowing the dream to have me instead of me trying to have the dream.

I lean closer to him and rest my head against his back. ...Comfort. Suddenly I realize that I recognize the neighborhood we are in...and he stops just outside my house. Myold house. Why were we here. I looked fearfully at the large and beautiful house, with the perfectly manicured landscape.

"But there's something evil in there," I said to him, not wanting to let go. "I don't know where it came from or why it's there. I loved living there." I could hear a desperate and apologetic pleading in my own voice.

"That's why I'm here." he replied coolly.

"Who are you?" I asked.

No response. He puts the kickstand down and turns the bike off. I have no choice. I let go and climb off the bike, still looking at the house, frightened of what I might see. He walks confidently and purposefully in front of me and we enter the house. I glance toward the master bedroom, but realize that...no...now is not the right time.

We walk across the spacious living room with high vaulted ceilings and windows casting light and shadows upon the now empty house. I stop at the top of the stairs leading down to the basement floor level. He notices my apprehension and looks me in the eye questioningly.

"It's...down there," I tell him.

He walks down the stairs and, upon reaching the bottom looks back up at me.

"I'll be right back...I promise."

I think to myself, "no, you won't."

I wake up feeling very confused.

Interesting and eerily awesome dream.

Originally Posted by Aquanina

He walks confidently and purposefully in front of me and we enter the house. I glance toward the master bedroom, but realize that...no...now is not the right time.

I couldn't help but grin at this part. Hehe.

Nina dreamed the beginning of every torture horror movie ever made.

Originally Posted by ninja9578

Nina dreamed the beginning of every torture horror movie ever made.

A man driving you to wear you used to live, not telling you who he is, while you have a sense of something evil, and he goes into the basement for a while?

Usually the next thing that happens is you start to feel tired.
"Rohypnol: rape drug" - crazed doctor in The Humans Centipede

Hmm...methinks you watch too many "torture horror" movies.

Originally Posted by ninja9578

Usually the next thing that happens is you start to feel tired.
"Rohypnol: rape drug" - crazed doctor in The Humans Centipede

LOL. That movie was so fucked up.

My parents decide to move because our current house is too large and they can no longer afford it. We are in the car on our way to the new house and my mom is going on and on about how they have now found their dream house and I listen eagerly. When we pull up to the new house I realize that it is our old old house. The one we moved out of when I was 12. Are they joking? They couldn't seriously want to move back here, could they? I watch them start unloading things from the car. The moving truck is parked outside. Oh my god, they are serious. I start shouting frantically, about how little and ugly this house is and that I do not want to go back and live in my old tiny bedroom. I am utterly in shock that we are actually moving back here. We're moving backward through life. I want to cry.

I follow them inside the house and everything is just as I remember it. It's as though I never left. I wander through the house, feeling utterly depressed. Then I realize...wait...this can't be right. There is no way we could be moving back here. This must be a dream! But, I don't become lucid.

Instead, I spend the next five minutes having a discussion with my mom in the tv room of the very same house about a dream I had where her and dad decided to move back to our old old house. I explain this horrible dream to her, in vivid detail, for several minutes. Suddenly I see a large green bug on the carpet where I was laying down. My mom was sitting in the gray lazy boy chair. The bug jumps on me, is it praying mantis? I freak out and fling it away. I continue on with explaining the dream to my mom. But...wait...wait...a minute...

"We're still here...in the old house..." I pause and think, "which means, that this is a dream. It is. It must be!"

Mom looks at me questioningly.

"Here, I'll prove it to you." I walk over to the window, pull up the shade and open up the window. I climb onto the window ledge. Wow...deja vu. I think to myself that I have definitely jumped out of this window in a lucid dream before. But how could that be? I didn't start lucid dreaming until I was 18...right? Maybe I was just remembering a lucid dream I had years ago in which I had dreamed that I was lucid in my old old house. Yes, that makes much more sense. I jump out of the window, but it is nighttime and I have trouble flying. I make it to the ground safely. My mom jumps out of the window after me. She just falls and lands hard on the ground.

"You were supposed to fly," I tell her. We are both obviously disappointed and I can see that she is still not convinced it is a dream. "Here, try this," and I show her how to do the nose plug RC. She holds her nose closed and takes a deep breath. "Can you breathe?" I ask her. "Yes" she says, and I am finally satisfied in proving to her that this is a dream. "Look," I say, and direct her attention to a gorgeous city skyline at sunset that I had just created. She is astonished. "Let's go to the city!" I exclaim, and beginning running to get my speed up to fly. "Just fly. Watch me, watch how I do it..." I see her running behind me and the dream quickly fades.

I wake briefly and remain motionless. DEILD.



I reenter a lucid dream and find myself in a crowded mall with RP (though I kept calling him Cedric in this dream, Edward in the dream from a few days ago...btw why do I keep dreaming about him? I'm not a Twilight fangirl). We were running through the mall because we were being chased by a bunch of men. They were trying to take him away from me. We were clinging onto each other and these men kept grabbing him and I would pull him out of their clutches. At one point I lifted him into the air and was holding him high like a balloon so that the guys chasing me couldn't take him away. It was slightly ridiculous. I don't know why we were being chased, or why I couldn't fly, or make the men go away. It was frustrating to have so little control and I was truly battling with my subconscious. They were like secret service.

Eventually I made it out of the mall with Cedric. We stop to catch our breath outside, but I know that the men are close behind, so I encourage him to keep running. We run for several more minutes until I feel that we are safe. We find an empty house and head to the bedroom where we have sex for the first time, as if we're both virgins. Well, in the dream, we were. Except it was incredibly wonderful instead of awkward and unsatisfying. But the dream fades.

Wait. DEILD.

I'm back in bed with Cedric. The dream is there one second and gone the next. I cannot stop it from fading. I try again and fail.

Shit...I think to myself. My REM is spent. This REM period is over. I can always tell when this happens. Then I remind myself that I've read that people also dream in NREM, so I don't give up completely, and I try to continue the dream into NREM. I was successful for a while, but the dream quality was so incredibly poor and faded out. It just was not immersive or realistic and I realized that it wasn't worth the effort of fighting to stay conscious, so I let go.

Non-lucid Dream.

I'm in my grade school cafeteria and it is the end of the year banquet. The people there are all from high school though, not grade school. I look around in amazement and wonder what the hell all these people are doing here. These are people that are in college now, or out of college and have families. Why the hell are they sitting through this boring school banquet!? I interrupt the principal and ask why we need to be here, amongst a few other things.

"Well," she begins, "first of all I don't know why I am having to answer a two part question..."

"Would you like me to rephrase the question?" I ask derisively. I look around. People are giving me evil looks, and no one looks amused. "What is wrong with you people?" I shout, and then take my seat and sulk for a bit. Then I get up and walk to the back of the cafeteria to find out what sort of food they are cooking. My mom is there, working as a lunch lady. But it's my mom from like 20 years ago when she was a lot heavier. Her boobs are enormous and she's wearing a sweatshirt that says Notre Dame on the back. It said something on the front too but I can't remember. What I do remember though is that all my friends for some reason like her more than they like me. I'm not happy with the entire situation and decide that I'm going to leave. The dream ends soon after.

Unfortunately there is a large gap in my dream journal, from the stresses of midterm exams and life. Even though I had some very long and vivid dreams, and even some lucid dreams, I haven't had the time or motivation to write them down. But it is a new week, and this week I shall do better.

Fragments from last week.

There were dark evil, shadow beings following me around everywhere. We moved houses a few times. One of the houses we had dug up to find out what was under it because it was certainly haunted. Well there were no graves or anything, just old wells that were full to the brim with refuse and human waste. The wells were under my room.

In our new house I again, saw a dark shadow lurking over me. This happened through a few dreams and I finally had had enough and decided to become lucid and face these dark shadows and discover why they were here. I flew through an old warehouse in my dream scape shouting, "Who are you?" What do you want? What am I supposed to be learning from this?" I continued flying through all the old buildings shouting again and again, frustrated that I was receiving no answer and that no shadows were coming out to confront me. "What do you want with me? Why are you here? Please, just tell me, I need to understand, what does this all mean?" ...and then I turned a corner and saw them. A bunch of shadows, and a man...an evil looking man, but a real man, not a shadow. He was wearing all black, had black hair and a black mustache and hat. He looked like a gangster. But as I got closer to the scene I saw that two other men were holding him up, and they were beating him. He was the head of the shadows, and he was being beaten up...by someone. I look over at a young man dressed completely in white, except that he had a teal colored boater hat on. He looked like a gangster too. I could tell that the man in white was really in charge. They let the dark man go and sort of dispersed. I wanted to talk to the man in white, so one of his henchman handed me a cellphone and they all left.

As I was walking out of the alleyway, the phone in my hand rang and I picked it up.

"Who are you?" I asked

"You" he said.

Fragments from the last week:
- new house, with my mom, womblike memories, spiders everywhere, completely terrified, bugs crawling on everything
- with an old friend, at his home in England, accidentally let the water out of this huge water couch and flooded the downstairs

I had this notion to take a little piece of white tape and tape it to the sky so that people might think they saw a UFO. So I ripped off a little piece of white tape and put it in the sky, but it fell...and as it fell, it transformed into a beautiful glowing white dandelion seed, with long arms that began spinning in the wind. As it spun it blocked out the sunlight creating a gorgeous strobing effect of glowing white spiraling across the sky interspersed with orange and red from sunset. I remember just watching it and thinking how beautiful it was. The entire time, a really gorgeous trance like song had been playing, something I've never heard before, but maybe sounded similar to Chicane or something from Final Fantasy.

I remember being completely lucid now as if watching the most vivid and realistic hypnogogic imagery...and I was suddenly falling. But I fell onto soft sand. And I was moving horizontally across the sand, just floating or hovering above the sand. I could reach my arms out and grab handfulls of warm golden sand and sketch pattens in it. Then a wave came...and I found myself laying on a beach. My head was facing out toward the ocean, but I was just looking down at the sand, and watching it flow as the waves pulled it forward and back. It felt so amazing to be there...just on a beach...no where...enjoying the gentle ocean waves and sea foam. I probably never would have gotten up. But that glowing dandelion fell right out into the ocean and kept spinning. I noticed that I could control it...it was almost like an itunes visualizer that went along with the music. It was such a wonderful and relaxing dream. I don't remember waking up or caring that I had.

Fragments

We were renting someone's house. It was obvious that they couldn't afford this nice house so they would rent it out for the weekend's. They had left a few dogs behind for us to take care of. At one point I remember filling the dog crate with water to clean it out but I couldn't see that the dogs were still inside, hiding in this back compartment, so I almost drowned them. I held the crate up and shook it until all the water came out and then the dogs fell out. And I pressed their little chests to get them breathing again. They were all ok. I felt really horrible though that I had almost drowned these doggies.

Another Fragment - semi-lucid

I was with Orion, and for some reason he was living in something that looked like a prison, although it was a school for boys. But I really wanted to be with him...so I didn't get out of the car and I stayed with him. He smuggled me into his room and we hung out for awhile. But when the guards came and saw me they were really angry and grabbed me and threw me out. Orion seemed like he felt really sad and guilty, I knew he didn't want that to happen. We just wanted to be together.

I've been trying to dream share with my friend. Yesterday I took a nap and discovered myself on the borderland, rather...the critical point...of wake, sleep, and dreaming. This is the place where the magic happens. I didn't even have an HI at the time, I but I knew I was perfectly positioned for an excursion into remote viewing. So I thought intently about him and willing my consciousness to go to where he was. After a few seconds a wormhole, or a tunnel opened up in my third eye region, or basically the center of my visual plane...and I found myself traveling through this dark tunnel. I began to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Once I reached the light...I could see a white car of some kind driving on a highway. It was daylight, and sunny, and the car was passing lots of green trees. It must have been somewhere south...possibly California...if I accidentally channeled the wrong friend. I was aiming for Texas. I found myself back in bed, I wanted to try again...so again I forcibly willed my consciousness through that tunnel and this time I wound up inside the car. In the passenger seat. I was staring at the rear view mirror which had a pair of sunglasses dangling from it. I knew that I was actually seeing from inside whoever that passenger was. Because my vision was limited to where they were looking. I kept hoping they would look over at the driver, and eventually they did. To my surprise it actually did look a lot like my friend from California. I tried to speak. At first I couldn't get it to work, but then I willed myself (or whoever I was inside of) to speak and I aked, "Who are you?" The driver looked over really surprised, laughed, and said, "Hey man, quit fucking around." I was pulled back through the tunnel.

I knew that I had failed again to find my friend. So this time I concentrated harder on him and tried to get a match on his vibration. I kept thinking about his face and his mannerisms etc. ...soon I was traveling through that same dark tunnel. But at the end of this tunnel was no light. I found myself face to face...literally my eye was just inches away from the large and ferocious eye of a wolf. For a moment I was just completely frozen as this wolf stared my down. Then it gave off a very deep, very low growl...like a rumble...I could feel it in the depths of my being, and it was one of the most intimidating things I have every experienced. In an instant I had woken up. When I told him about it he said that the wolf definitely sounded like him. I told him that he is well protected lol. He's going to try to open up a pathway or something so that I might be able to enter...because he has good psychic self defense using aura fortification, that I have never been able to dream share with him yet I always hit a wall or, in this case, a very large wolf.

Cool. I wonder if there is some way for him to tell the wolf to let you in?

Curiosity got the best of me, as it always does, and I decided to eat a seed before bed to see what effect it might have on my dreaming. I had no idea what to expect from only one, and didn't think I would notice any effects. But I did have a pretty vivid dream. I was at my aunt's house and she was telling me about some health problems when the phone rings. She goes to answer it and comes back and hands me the phone saying it's for me.

"Hello?"

"Hey. Call me back." says a female voice in a familiar way although I had no idea who this might be.

"Uhh...who is this?"

"It's Angel."

Pause.

"Who?"

"Angel! You know who the fuck this is. Why don't you call me back!?"

I try to think back about who this person might be. They sound very upset, and as if they know me very well, but I panic and hang up the phone. I tell my aunt that some crazy person is stalking me, and to hang up on them if they call back.

Awhile later I notice my digital camera and grab it and scroll through the photos. I see pictures of me with this attractive black girl, and it's obvious that in these photos we are more than friends. Suddenly it dawns on me who Angel is. It's some girl that I hooked up with a week ago (in the dream, mind you), and for whatever reason I had forgotten about it. Suddenly I remembered who this girl was and I felt really awful for forgetting about her and blowing her off. I remember thinking that I should probably call her back, but it was awkward and I remember thinking to myself that I'm not a lesbo, and worrying about how she might react if I tell her this. I'm not sure how the dream ends, but I feel like there was some sort of resolution to the conflict.

Ate *edited* about 2 hours ago. I laid down to take a nap. Within several minutes I found myself in a waking dream, still in my bed. Completely shocked and in awe that the experience was so simple and that it was so easy to have a lucid dream. All I have to do is imagine someone somewhere and they actually appear. Whenever I feel the dream fading out, I simply remain still and DEILD back into the same lucid dream. There's no transition stage it's just in and out simply. Although I do remember some hypnogogic imagery which was very vivid about a few minutes into my nap.

About fifty positions later, I new dream character appears. He looks just like John Murdoch from Dark City.

"Hey....I know you!" he says.

"What?"

"You learned about this online, didn't you? I did too! We're both doing the same thing!"

I'm stunned. I just stare at him.

"You don't know me," I say.

"You were in Dr. Mallory's biology class."

Ok now I'm really starting to freak out.

"No you don't. This isn't real. It's just a dream. Or a hallucination. Which means my mind created you. Why would my mind mess with me like this?"

He looks serious.

I tell him to get out of my bedroom. I walk over to the door and hold it open for him to leave.

"How do you know I won't just go and fuck with your parents?"

"What! Why would you do that?"

He just laughs and walks out and then calls out to my mom. My mom shouts something back about asking me if I'm taking a shower. At this point I'm really worried that I might be delirious and actually up walking around having hallucinations.

"Ok, ok. Come back in." I say to him.

I close the door.

"What do you want?" I ask.

He smirks.

I go and sit in the corner of my room and hold my hands over my head. This isn't real. Wake up. Wake up. I tell myself.

I wake up and notice that I haven't even moved in bed. It was all a dream. It all felt so real. I know that if I laid my head back down now I could continue lucid dreaming, but I think that's enough for my first real experience with *edited*. It's amazing how simple it was to enter a waking dream so easily, and the vividness and content of those dreams...which were rather different from normal lucid dreams, but no less exciting. I had no idea that my own mind would be so brutal and try to mess with me like that...but maybe that was lady *edited* in disguise? I will proceed with more caution from now on.

Wow Aquanina

I just read page 12 and I am bookmarking this page. In my opinion, you write well Aquanina.

So, you can be as harsh, mean, discouraging and hurt my feelings to your hearts content. Your forgiven by "me", now, then and forever, Amen, (make it so)(hehehe).

Thanks debrajane.

Fragments - back at the old old house, moving somewhere, something following us around...like peeves the poltergeist, playing soccer, visiting a rich kid's house with some friends, riding on his pony Sunshine(?)

Dawn - laying in bed alone, entering the vibrational state, I knew that I could use the vibrational state to manifest someone in my bed, this went on for several minutes and I was stuck in vibrations for awhile, but eventually he appeared. Young, blonde hair, great body...it was as if he knew me, and well, I guess he was a projection of a soulmate archetype from my subconscious because we were already in love, we had sex for awhile, then I transformed the surroundings...which was my bedroom...into...a room that had a high domed ceiling, and the room was circular, with columns forming arches where the walls had been. It had grown in size...and we were looking out into an exotic tropical landscape. Dense vegetation was flowing into the room, and the morning sunrise was orange and pink in the sky. It was really beautiful.

I had several other dreams of being back at my old house. A lot of them involved seeing Chin, my little angel puppy, who passed away last year. I love seeing him, but still, it always makes me sad when I do. At one point the dream turned into this bizarre doomsday scenario from a movie and I had a T-Rex in my bedroom and Velociraptors in my bathroom. It was terrifying...and I remember going upstairs and pleading with my mom that I needed money to buy a missile launcher and a machine gun or some type of automatic weapon. After pleading with her for awhile, she agreed, and got me the weapons. So I head down to my bedroom and start firing missiles at the Tyrannosaurus. It took a bunch, but finally he was down. He actually turned into a man with huge trex legs and was walking around like a weirdo before running off like a chicken. Then the velociraptors broke the door down and I grabbed the machine gun and tore them up. Btw I guess I was semi-lucid through this whole scenario now that I think about it. But I was having fun going along with the plot of the dream. I've never shot dinosaurs before so that was pretty bad ass.

Another dream this morning, driving home somewhere in L.A., drunk as hell. P Diddy sees me driving drunk and puts this police siren on his car and pulls me over. Then he puts me in his car and drives me to his place. I wake up in his bed and have no idea what happened. I walk through this really nice mansion and find him watching tv. He tells me that he didn't want to turn me in, and thought he would just let me sleep it off. He said he had my car towed to his place, and I could leave whenever I felt ok enough to drive. We talked for awhile and became friends...I can't remember a lot more...but I know the dream ended with rapping...lots of rapping. Lol...very strange. I don't like rap btw.

I don't get it.

We bury ourselves inside our minds.