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Bluelighter
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Cheers, I guess?
Last night I dreamt I went to a party but the only person I knew there was the host. Every cunt was off their tits on something except for me. I tried talking to some of them but gave up because I couldn't understand anything they said. Then one guy pulled out a huge wrap of speed and was passing it round to his mates. I was begging him to sell me some but he refused so I proceeded to get hammered on vodka and blacked out.
The next morning, with no memory of the night before, I had to endure all these strangers taking the piss out of what a twat I was making of myself while I was drunk.
Insecure? Yep...
I dreamt I was a giant, as tall as a two storey house, I could lean on them like they were walls and look over the top. I walked around, threw a few cars about and people ran in terror. I wanted weed. I knew where to go and I got an ounce of flowers off the guy. It was tiny in my hand. I didn't know how I was going to consume it, and it would be gone in moments. I realised I needed help and a whole lot more weed.
I smashed around threatening the authorities and rummaging through police stations until I had a few kilo's, then organised a campfire and uprooted a lamp post.
It isn't easy or cheap getting stoned when you're as big as a house
Last night I dreamt I went to a party but the only person I knew there was the host. Every cunt was off their tits on something except for me. I tried talking to some of them but gave up because I couldn't understand anything they said. Then one guy pulled out a huge wrap of speed and was passing it round to his mates. I was begging him to sell me some but he refused so I proceeded to get hammered on vodka and blacked out.
The next morning, with no memory of the night before, I had to endure all these strangers taking the piss out of what a twat I was making of myself while I was drunk.
Insecure? Yep...
Last night I had a very similar dream to the one above.
I was sitting in my living room when a knock came at the door. The wife must have answered it as some guy I vaguely knew walked in and sat down. Then another. Then another, until the room was full of loads of people who were obviously all on smack.
We all sat there in awkward silence for a while until the guy next to me produced a large mirror from nowhere with a huge pile of speed on it and placed it on the coffee table in front of me. My eyes lit up and I asked "can I have some?"
"Sure, help yourself man" he replied.
So I racked up a huge line, only to realise I had nothing to make a tooter out of. As I was searching around for a suitable piece of paper (I had no banknotes), another guy came out of his gouch and rapidly snorted up the line I'd just prepared, then gouched out again. I shook him and said "thanks a lot, that was my fuckin line".
He just grinned and said "make another".
But when I turned back to the mirror, it had all disappeared and everyone suddenly got up and said "we're going to the pub".
So I followed them because I was determined to bosh some of their speed for having the cheek to invade my home.
I found myself in a pub beer garden with these people. I had no money and no drink, but I then noticed the mirror loaded with speed had appeared on a table over the other side of the garden. So I made my way towards it, but when I got there it had mysteriously been replaced with a piece of plywood and a pile of cement.
Everyone then announced they were going to a club, so of course, I tagged along.
When we got there, everyone else walked straight in, but I got stopped by the bouncer who said "sorry mate, you can't come in, you've got drugs".
I replied "I haven't got any fuckin drugs, they've all got the fuckin drugs!"
"Sorry, but you're still not getting in" he said.
Then I woke up, feeling cheated...
I was begging him to sell me some but he refused so I proceeded to get hammered on vodka and blacked out.
The next morning, with no memory of the night before, I had to endure all these strangers taking the piss out of what a twat I was making of myself while I was drunk.
I dreamt I was a giant, as tall as a two storey house, I could lean on them like they were walls and look over the top. I walked around, threw a few cars about and people ran in terror. I wanted weed. I knew where to go and I got an ounce of flowers off the guy. It was tiny in my hand. I didn't know how I was going to consume it, and it would be gone in moments. I realised I needed help and a whole lot more weed.
I smashed around threatening the authorities and rummaging through police stations until I had a few kilo's, then organised a campfire and uprooted a lamp post.
It isn't easy or cheap getting stoned when you're as big as a house
I realised I needed help
No probs bud. But your free subscription is over now, any more of these interpretations and i'm charging.
i've developed a needle fixation in my drug dreams.
but i'm not finding drug dreams as distressing as i was a few weeks ago which seems a good sign.
also i'm getting a tattoo to commemorate my phd which i graduated from 5 years ago but hey hey, i'll get it on my 90th day clean. last night i dreamt that instead of the time independent schrodinger equation on the base of the back of my neck, she gave me 'congratulations on your phd' as a tramp stamp. not cool.
though i'm convinced i don't really have a needle fixation when i'm awake, putting the thing about the tattoo in the same post is making me wonder.
There's an elephant in my room
leet said:"It was tiny in my hand. I didn't know how I was going to consume it, and it would be gone in moments. I realised I needed help and a whole lot more weed."
Ah mine is gonna be on the base of my neck so not visible usually, I'm not a tough guy, or girl and would look ridiculous! It quite possibly is a bad idea but given I wont have to look at it and already have ana arrow pointing towards my crotch so who cares. I'm looking forward to the endorphin hit.
I'm taurus too maybe I'll get a bull next
Recovery is getting better I've cross addicted to the bass guitar
haha i'd get murdered if i did its a brand new fender something fancy that cost ?400.
that's what recovery has given me. my bass went to crack converters. 3 months ago this bass would have gone to crack converters. now i'm trusted with it.
you can scam them if there's someone you trust slightly but don't really care about. get the money then report the item stolen to the police they'll get it back for you.
but yeah all those shops are fuckin exploitative. i hate hate hate to think of the absolute pittance my grandmother's pearls will have been sold for. they meant the world to me and nothing to whoever stole them.