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monstanoodle

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I've been dreaming loads lately, practically every night which I haven't for quite a bit (I don't know what's kicked it off).
They're usually really chaotic and don't make much sense at all, but I've had a few that've been mundane enough to remember.

There's the usual ones of scoring H, picking up my prescriptions and finding random pills about the place.
But last night was a chaotic one but with a really stand-out feature:
I was absolutely off my chops on what was either some amazing MDMA or MDA!
It wasn't just the knowledge of being on it, but I felt amazing in the dream - It could pass as my first great MD(M)A experience of this year so far! 8o
It was truly astonishing how real it felt, and the other good aspect was that there was no gurning or any other usual side effects that come with it :D

The rest of the dream was a blur of being outside the gates of a Mala gig in the rain, seeing a few of my mates in there, being devastated to have missed it, trying to get onto a train that had a different language on those LED notice things and general confusion.
But wow.... I've never had a drug-dream that intense before.

Another odd thing is that, in some of the dreams where I'd found random pills, I always put them in a little baggy, and that lil' baggy and it's contents will turn up in latter dreams and end up being consumed! :? Weird but brilliant :D

Have any of you lovely people had similar experiences? I'd assume that's a stupid question lol 8)
But I'd love to read about them if you would care to share your slumberous experiences :)~<3
 
crazy timing

I had a mad one last night .

Was trapped on the Underground don't know what country with my good friend . We had a car Brochure for Lexus & for some reason had to buy one but we couldn't get off the underground .
Then we entered fast food Hell . It culminated in KFC 8( n we never did get that fukin Lexus .
 
Oh man.... That is a tragic end to a dream... Come'ere you poor lad **Hugs** :D~<3
And I guess KFC is drugish.
 
Hehe. I had an bit of a doozy t'other night. Wrote it down upon waking actually. It did involve an actual person though so am debating whether or not to post. Have amended the account to exclude specifics now so might do. I tend to have pretty odd dreams at the best of times but this one really did stand out :D

Drugs were not especially prominent in this particular dream (aside from one detail which kinda suggested subconscious may be unhappy about some aspects of my drug use) but was most likely induced by drugs wot I had taken that day/night. But mostly, it was just insanely fukkin freaky 8o
 
Okeydoke. Double-checked amendments and specifics are removed. Is kinda long but is actually also massively condensed cos I left fuckloads of detail out cos there was just too much of it. NSFW'd for length. And strangeness.

NSFW:
At first I was sat at me pooter talking on IM to an everchanging selection of gals (friends and lovers) I have known over the years going back to childhood. Then some random person popped up on Pidgin and sent a massive "thing". Some kinda long interactive message about a superspecialsecret site wot sold drugs but was actually a headfucking virus thingy that came in the form of a neverending game (ya, was a dream remember ;)). This section could actually have been worth an entire dream itself cos was soooooooo long, detailed and intense but also rather hard to explain so will skip it. Anyway, this virus/game/vendor site thingy took over everything - not just the pooter but started to appear on TVs and monitors all over the place (there were lots of these things for some reason). Was impossible to get rid of cos everytime I unplugged something it just moved somewhere else til eventually it was everywhere and had also started switching everything electrical on in the flat. There were gazillions of electrical appliances everywhere too for whatever reason.

After spending a while trying to switch off, unplug, flip fuses and the like - all to no avail, naturally - I went out into the hall to see if it was spreading to other flats. Instead I encountered lots (and lots) of drunk people leaving a party upstairs. All of them seemed either scared of me, or kinda pitying me but only muttering about it between themselves and saying nothing to me. Until this one girl sidled up to me as I was looking a bit baffled and bewildered and put her arm around my waist and leant on my shoulder.

She never actually spoke but her words kinda popped into my head. She asked me if I was okay and what the problem was and I told her and she just kinda "said" that she would keep me company and try to help me fix this odd lil problem of mine.

Next, there was a long sequence in which she was always either at my side, not only with her arm around my waist but actually holding me up. Mostly so my feet were barely touching the ground (so I was basically walking on air) and sometimes holding me a few feet off the ground. None of this seemed to bother her in any way. No strain, no effort. She was superstrong and I was light as a feather. It felt totally natural this way (other than me being extremely impressed with her strength and supportive skillz anyway).

She guided me on a long journey - a bit of a magical mystery tour - numerous adventures all around the upstairs flats (of which there were dozens) and then through the back gardens (more drunken parties (drunk people decided to drunkenly "help" me but actually just nosed about my flat trashing stuff and nicking things) and then past lots of other gardens - all of which had giant bonfires with massive cauldrons swinging and bubbling above - and with long picnic tables loaded with plates of food with witches (proper fairy tale ones with pointy black hats, robes and big warty noses) sat at them kinda glaring at us. I did point them out to her but she didn't seem to take much notice. The weird electrical thing was spreading from house to house. Each window in turn was lighting up for as far as we could see.

Then back to the flat, discovering drunk people milling about and lotsa mess so she took me out the front door to find it had snowed and there were tiny lightning bolts zapping the chimneys of every house. Was very pretty and there were more parties and drunk people up and down the street enjoying the show. She took me around the block finding ever-increasing levels of strangeness at each party we passed. Many of them appeared to be sex parties actually but we never went in, just passed each in turn and chatted about the people queuing to get in and spilling over ino the street to continue the debauchery. We stopped and danced if there was a good tune playing once or twice.

During much of this time I had been needing to pull "stuff" that was constantly appearing inside my cheek. It turned out to be foam rubber and when I left enough accumulate it would spring to full size when I took it out. Dunno what it was but we seemed to think it was furniture (although was of rather odd, foam rubber, flatpack variety if it was). She wasn't alarmed or revolted at this oddity - just found it interesting and was a bit concerned that it must be annoying and bothering me is all. Which it was - irritating more than anything really.

We finally got back to my flat to find it had nearly emptied of drunk people by now. There was one left who was fairly sober. He was finding things he liked and buying them from me. Never paid for them, just agreed a price then went to find other things. We also discovered that I had dozens of prescription bottles that had been picked out and gone through. One of the drunk people (who had now left) had complained that there was nothing good there. Mostly people had just been interested at all the strange things that were everywhere. Oohing and aahing and the like. But was just the two of us left now. And that bloke buying stuff anyway but he mostly left us alone.

At this stage the foam "furniture" had stopped and instead I had been pulling hair from my mouth. It came from my tongue and was thick and lustrous and voluminous. Neverending. It also transformed into cushions and rolls of silk and velvet and other fine fabrics. We never saw it happen but it did when nobody was looking. Again, she was not shocked - or even surprised really - just interested and actually thought it was kinda kewl. Also a bit concerned that it must be annoying me and wished it would stop cos she wanted to kiss me.
 
Dreams made me try H in the first place. I kept dreaming about using it and it felt so amazing in the dream I decided to try it, even though I had to go out of my way to get it. Only recently I dreamt I tried meth and it seemed pretty cool so I'll most likely try that too.
 
Before I first ever tried ketamine I had a dream which was incredibly vivid. Usually I don't remember my dreams, but this was different. Sadly it was well over a year ago now, and so I can't really recall it, but one thing I can note is that the effects in the dream were almost exactly the same as the effects of the actual drug.
 
Smokling DMT in my dreams, it triggered images of flashes backs of previous trips, very clear, stuff i couldnt recall whilst conscious
 
For a long time I had dreams with a recurring theme of being at a rave and finding pills everywhere. I was never a big fan of ecstasy but the pills in those dreams were something wonderful. I would also describe them as chaotic and lacking sense but they were always great fun and often left a positive residual glow to my mood once awake.

Later in life I began having dreams about using methamphetamine with similar results in the way of drug activity in my dream state. This came after years of using daily and deciding to quit. Initially I was convinced my brain had it in for me to never forget and they happened daily for about a year. Part of me thought it was neat but it was hell to wake up and remember the grim reality I had chosen. I still have them occasionally.

In retrospect I think these dreams may have actually helped me cope with my cravings because I was experiencing the entire ritual of using again, every day, free of any of the psychological/physiological costs of actually dumping it into my body. This I find pretty fascinating.

Then I had a dream about a substance that I knew of but had never actually taken before. Effectively psychoactive as the others. This one just happened to be of the psychedelic variety. Also at this point I already had enough success with lucid dreaming in the past that I was able to induce a variety of types of experiences in dreams. They were essentially mash ups of various aspects of different substances I had ingested at some point. For example one was dosed similarly to LSD on blotters with effects similar to DMT. As well as differences in onset, duration and characteristic visual effects. Some are complete with these ego dissolving voids and the occasional mind fuck when Id wake up. Most were not nearly as impressive and it was pretty random results with discovery, but I have been able to recall the most memorable of these effects and dose myself with the designer dream drug of my choice. (:
 
monsternoodle said:
I was absolutely off my chops on what was either some amazing MDMA or MDA!
It wasn't just the knowledge of being on it, but I felt amazing in the dream - It could pass as my first great MD(M)A experience of this year so far!
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I tried acid for the first time, in a dream. Was pretty cool, was walking around my parents house (Where I was currently sleeping) awake and seeing all these weird hallucinations.

Would have nightmares on E come-downs.

I also dreamt that I found a drug in pillform, called "Trips". You would ingest a "trip" before going to bed, and in the dream you would wake up in a particular, euphoric world. Everytime you took a "trip" you would return to that same world for a few hours in your sleep.
 
I never use or even think about drugs in my dreams. Back before I was consuming drugs more regularly, I wouldn't dream at all - not even the faintest memory or sleep disturbance/rem at all, my head would hit the pillow and i would sleep until my alarm woke me in the morning, and often i was up moments before it would set off. However, since drug use has become more regular (it's not really regular at all really) I dream lots, i wake up in the middle of the night more often and i'm always tired. To be fair I am putting in more hours at work and studying for exams now but this even happened when i started this year and had minimal responsibilities. The drugs used were mostly empathogenic stimulants (M1, 6-apb etc.) which isn't that surprising that there's been lost sleep. still.
 
Being a weed smoker, I tend to fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, and wake up with no recollection of any dreams. Lately though I've been dreaming fairly often, or so it seems. I couldn't tell you what about though!
 
These are all very interesting :) (And kudos to you Shammy for all that typing! Twas a right good read, and very suitably weird ;) ).

Please continue to typey type them out :)
I may have another weird one tonight, we shall see if I can remember any of it if I do 8(
 
Ah I've been having them every single night this past week or so. Multiple times a night actually, although they usually don't extend past either trying to shoot up and not managing and waking up frustrated, or waking up just as I do and being considerably more frustrated.
Only relatively interesting one was where I was climbing a mountain because there were opium poppies at the top. I was with my father and he was helping me get to them although he was also trying to distract me by making me look at the view instead (but I couldn't really care less about the view). The mountain got exponentially steeper as I neered the top and when I finally got there and grabbed a poppy I fell off and woke up just before hitting the ground.

I dare you to figure out what my subconscious is trying to tell me ;)
 
Pagey said:
Ah I've been having them every single night this past week or so. Multiple times a night actually, although they usually don't extend past either trying to shoot up and not managing and waking up frustrated, or waking up just as I do and being considerably more frustrated.
Only relatively interesting one was where I was climbing a mountain because there were opium poppies at the top. I was with my father and he was helping me get to them although he was also trying to distract me by making me look at the view instead (but I couldn't really care less about the view). The mountain got exponentially steeper as I neered the top and when I finally got there and grabbed a poppy I fell off and woke up just before hitting the ground.

I dare you to figure out what my subconscious is trying to tell me ;)
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I think that the scenic mountains are beautiful, and here resemble life.

The poppies at the top, is your desire for opium. And this desire for the drug is killing your interest in life (You didn't care about the view, you're interest is the drug)

The closer you get to the drug, the closer you are to you're death (Mountain becomes steeper)

You reject the beauty of the mountains (life), for the sake of the drug (heroin)...and when you find what you want... it kills you.

The dream is a warning that desire for heroin will destroy your life.
 
Haha yeah, I was being ironic in that last sentence because it's fairly clear what it meant I think. I understood it exactly in the same way as you, although you explained it better actually because I hadn't thought of the mountains as being life. It's a good point, thanks :)
 
Oh and another thing. Something really terrible happened one day because of my drug use and the night before it happened (and I had no idea I'd be using drugs the following day, let alone any idea what would happen as a result) I had a dream that there were loads of huge spiders in my bedroom and that they were there because they were attracted to the drugs I had (although in reality I had no drugs in my possession that night). Freaky or what?!
 
Dunno about your father though... he seems to be helping you kill your life... and at the same time trying to save it. Hmmmm
 
raas_2012 said:
Dunno about your father though... he seems to be helping you kill your life... and at the same time trying to save it. Hmmmm
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I think I've got a pretty good idea of what it means but to explain it I'd have to go into a lot of boring detail about my life and no one wants to hear that :D
 
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