thesirbutton
Bluelighter
Before last night, right before I went to bed I was reading some threads from the bl forum, and there was stumbled upon Lucid Dreams, in which I had no idea there was an entire community tuned into such thoughts and ideas.
Lucid Dreams. What-the-fuck. This shit is awesome.
I don't know much about it, cause I didnt read to much, and I don't really care as this has to go somewhere before it disappears from my mind. This state, It's like a testing ground, a playground of the creative mind, a space-thought dump where one can control his fantasies (somewhat).
Last night would have been the second night, and maybe the last night I may be able to dream in such a controlled yet uncontrolled manner.
After reading a short tab on lucid dreaming, and after having experienced such a dream the night before, I decide that tonight I will try and dream of something in which I wish to dream about. Nothing specific, just an overall tone of to what my dreams shall be about.
(decision)
As I lay in the bed, thoughts darting across my mind, livid as rave lights in the night, I start to propose to myself what I should "Title" my dream. So many thoughts cross my mind, and the mellow trance in the background doesn't help but to blend all of those thoughts together. It took a rather large conscious effort to force myself to think about the two most entertaining things in my mind at that very moment; Psychedelics and Dream Architecture.
Note here that I have no experience with mushrooms, no experience with LSD, Mescaline, Ayahuasca, DMT, or anything other than weed, speed, nitrous, and MDMA. I have not experienced any type of full blown hallucinogen, but I am trying to prepare for a trip soon or later, as I am highly entertained and amazed by the things I find in my own head while on particular substances. Also note that the trips may not be accurate at all, since majority of the ideas have been accrued over the internets, from forum posts and random readings. This is truly a dream.
(begin)
I was falling. Just into a mellow sleep, but one that I am able to continuously perform some type of reality check on myself. I feel my arm, which was propped up perpendicular to my body at my elbow, which I used as a tool after reading something on wikipedia to help induce lucidity.
It was tiring, and I felt the blood leave my arm. I wanted to refill it, so I lowered my arm and made a fist a couple of times to get the blood going. a few minutes later, my subconscious decides its time to slightly sit up and check on my arm.
(in 1st level dream)
This is where it begins. I notice the light on the ceiling is just slightly different than when I fell asleep. There is almost an gloomy, dark, overcasted look on the light coming from the windows of my room, almost like a movie foreshadowing an evil, dark forecast of events. Maybe closer to a morning sky after a thunder storm, 30 minutes before the sun rises, still cloudy. Very eerie looking light.
I sit up and check my arm and its fine. I lay it down and look at the ceiling but it looks somewhat bright and I don't want to realize that its morning already, so I roll over onto my side facing the wall to my right. I hear some friendly noises and realize that there are some friendlies in my area, in my subconscious space, and It doesn't seem to bother me now that I am sitting in a small group with these somewhat familiar people.
Somehow I manage to tell them that I would love to try acid or shrooms, and if anyone had it with them. To my surprise, noting the change in the color of the atmosphere to slightly warmer tones, a hulky friendly had some blotters, and I felt a small sense of guilt after looking at them closely and taking them. I also felt a rush of excitement as I had never tried anything like this before and was anxious. I will refer to the hulky character as Hulky. Aside Hulky, there was a girl who reminded me of a girl I had seen the day which preceded the dream, she was slightly geeky in appearance, yet still very attractive with fair skin, long jet black hair and broken black framed glasses that were mended in the middle with some tape. Her name will be the 'black-haired girl'. The last character was a short, stocky person who was friendly enough, but had a sort of apprentice-vibe to Hulky. I named him appropriately 'short-shit'.
The vibes were good enough at this point to take the blotter and stick it under my tongue. I don't remember where I learned this technique, but this is the way my mind took me.
At this point I had turned the clock speed up because I was starting to feel the effects of comeup I think would have taken at least 30 minutes. At least. This is maybe 2 minutes dream time. I am starting to get very nice, pretty visuals.
I am still sitting on my bed in my room, with my friendlies hanging out near my door watching me. Music in the background, I can see waves and colors just floating around. Such a wonderful thing, such a wonderful feeling, such amazement. I start to look around at things around me and begin rolling around in my blankets as I try to contain the visuals. I close my eyes, then open them. I try looking at the wall, then looking at the door. Everything is just wiggling and colorful, but no 'hallucinations' yet. Not just yet.
Hulky gets up and decides to ask me if I wanted to try some 2C-I on top of the LSD. I refused becuase I wanted to experience a full LSD only trip. From this point on, Hulky's 'vibe' was slightly negative, as with his little side-kick.
Still sitting, now in my computer chair in front of the computer, I take a swig from my water bottle. I am feeling quite thirsty. As soon as I gulp down the water though, I realize Hulky backs away from the rear of my chair, holding a bag of the research chemical. I look at the bottle I had just drank from, and I see white particles floating around inside my water; This is the same water which I had just drank, and is still in my hand.
Suddenly a grave feeling starts to overshadow the surrounds, and the sky turns to a dark blue-purple-black hue and vibes are nowhere near friendly. I turn around, still sitting on my computer chair, and look at Hulky, the black-haired girl, and the short-shit.
The short-shit melds together with Hulky, and Hulky's eyes begin to turn red. The black-haired girl disappears and all that remains is her hair in the form a floating amoeba-looking thing, levitating in air. Quickly, that is absorbed by Hulky, and so is the warm surrounding hues. At this point, I am feeling singled-out, alone, scared, mad, angry as to why this demon would do such a thing when I asked him not to. I precede in my dreaming state that I will be entering a bad trip, and I should prepare for one. The vibes were terrible and I had to get away.
Hulky turns into a ever-growing blackness with red glowing eyes, and I couldn't move. I was stuck. I couldn't think, I couldn't scream, I couldn't breathe. I was trapped, alone and scared.
Then, I fell. I fell, and fell, and it felt sort of like a fat hit of nitrous, wawawawa sounds, and everything just falling or me just flying up or down into the air or something. I was moving away from that particular state of consciousness in what I could guess feels like a K-hole, or at least that was what I said to myself in my mind, in my state of lucidity.
(break, 2nd level dream)
I am now standing on a street. The sky is again, a slight hue of grey with a semibright lightness to it. There is a glow, like street light which is casting its luminous glare all over the street. I look around, glad to be out of that dark, evil, demon's presence. I notice that the entire world where I am in is wack as to what physics would work in real life. I know this is another state of dreaming, and I am just taking part of it.
I realize this is the Dream Structure, it's architecture, and I have thought about thinking about this. I am again, amazed, and my mood is lifted, and I am back in a curious state.
I look around some more and realize that I am standing on a horizontal street. There are houses to the left and right, but they are tilted. There is also a beach and an ocean that extends out to my left, but it is an odd beach. It is as if the ocean and its beaches were uphill from where I was standing. The ocean expands to the horizon, up and to the left. Very wierd, very bizarre, and I note that in my dream, but perfectly OK.
Now these tilted houses, they are surfing this uphill slanted ocean, and I could see the water breaking on the side of the houses. Very calm, like walking through your neighborhood in the dead of night, everyone asleep, peaceful.
I walk down the street to a house and go inside, where I am supposed to be. All the while, I feel as if dream time has slowed to an almost stand still, and the only thing that is moving is me, and the other folk who is in my dreams. The people inside have been waiting for me, as I have been called upon to help a girl who is trapped within herself. This girl is the black-haired girl. She is lying on a hospital-bed inside of this house, near the kitchen, in rather normal clothing. All black, I recall.
The structure of the house is familiar, maybe one from one of my childhood memories of my friends house. I am sort of a inception professional, and I have to go into this girl's dream to save her from herself, because she is lost. I step up to examine her, and suddenly my heart drops. There is now face to recognize, but yet another vibe. This girl is the love of my life, but we haven't known it yet. I stare at this blank canvas with black hair and my heart sinking, now with a sudden and absolute mission to go in and save her. I must save her.
I lay down on the hospital bed that just so happens to appear right next to her's, and procede to hook myself up. I say something to the people in the house, and start the machine. I am going to find her, and there is no stopping me.
(3rd dream level)
Again, I appear back on the street. But this time, it is different. I am in an unfamiliar torment, and there is somewhat of a hurricane or typhoon going on. I can feel the girl crying from the inside, and it is affecting my emotions in ways I can't describe, almost as if I was feeling her directly through me. I am wading in what looks like mud water, and my clothes are soaked, but I am not cold. I feel strong, and I am on a mission. I have to save this tormented, lost girl. She is crying somewhere, alone as I was, scared, frightened by everything around her. So I start looking.
I walk and walk, into the neighborhood. I notice the houses again. They are all tilted, but this time, they are aged. The water these tilted houses are surfing on, the wakes they are making are enormous, but I feel no current. I am wading in still waters, or slow moving water. It doesn't matter, nothing matter right now. I have one focus. Her. I continue.
I walk through the neighborhood, and I have much difficulty moving with any speed, but I am trying to be persistent. I can hear her cries louder and louder, and I want them to stop, but it gives me direction and motivation. I feel her heart pounding in fear, and I want to make it stop. I want everything to be OK. If she is OK, I will be OK, and the demons will all go away. I continue on. I fight on, what feels like a week of searching, water still everywhere.
I find her. The sky turns benevolent and everything calms. The dark-haired girl is amazed that anyone found her and runs towards me at the mere sight of me. She jumps on to me and latches on as if she has known me for a long time as someone special, and that she has been waiting for me to find her. I can still put no face to this girl, but it reminds me of my first and longest girlfriend. But it isn't. We embrace, and we kiss. I can feel the feelings flying through both of us, refinement and joy, happiness, euphoric. Very Euphoric, very clean, very pure. Like two new lovers in the puppy love stage walking around in a park talking about nothing important, but talking themselves into love with each other.
We walk on and the houses now are all on our left as we approach them, still wading through still waters. The houses now are all upright, and there is some sort of, preceding familiarity with them. These houses in my mind, in this dream, represents the guys that this girl has dated in the past. We walk past them, and I chuckle a little, and differently at each one as we walk past. I point and laugh a little, and she blushes a little, and oh is it gorgeous. Two lovers, walking down a street, talking about the things which embarrass this shit out them. Teases. Little Love Teases.
(2nd level dream)
Now everything is OK, the job has been completed, and we can return. I rise from my hospital bed, and so does she, and we look at each other in slight amusement at what we had both experienced. The color of the surrounding area is very warm, and everything is well. We pack our stuff up and walk towards the door.
We look at each other and don't say a word. No word was needed to exchange. We had met at such a deep level, we knew that one day, if we were meant to be we would meet each other again. I take a step out the door, look back and smile.
(1st level dream)
There was no transition back to this first level, just a realization that I was just in a lucid dream state. I am now laying in my bed, aroused by some exterior noise.
(arousal)
I wake up again, to be facing my wall to my right, and I hear someone fiddling with my door. I think its my grandparents, as they are leaving back to the Orient, where they live. I decide to forget it for a little and continue dreaming.
(1st level dream)
I am back in halucinogenic state, trippin on LSD and 2C-I, and the effects are created by my mind are intense. The wall I am staring at has gills, the pillow has tadpoles swimming in it. I laugh at it cause I know it can't be real, but I'm still slightly agitated by these moving objects.
My brother says these sound more like shroom halucinations, than any other synth, since much of it is vibe based. But I get this way with weed or with mdma, so I dono.
The dark vibe Hulky was gone, for the most part, and I was again, alone in my room, but I still felt some sort of presence in my room. I couldn't see or feel it, but it was there, and it was making or creating a source for all of the movement within all of the objects I was looking at. I try to pinpoint the source, and realize it's the drugs, affecting my body and my mind. I'm done, and I want it to wear off now, cause I've got to wake up and do things.
Problem is, I can't figure out how to wake up.
I try and try, but it just doesn't happen. I feel like I'm inside of a glass bowl thats to thick to break through or to heavy to lift off. But wait. My feet, are freezing.
Reality check. I can't see myself. Not clearly. I look again at the wall, and there are tadpoles swimming in the wall. Doesn't make sense I say, Wake UP!!!
(semi-arousal)
It's hard but I hear the music in the background, and I hear the garbage truck outside. I look up and the sun is out, much more neutral colored than in the lucid state, but still gloomy. Check the clock. Damn. I've only been sleeping for 3.5 hours.
(Awakening)
I realize that the dream has lasted maybe 3 weeks, 1 week per hour almost. It has felt like a long time, and I am very physically tired. I don't feel like I slept at all. I am excited. I realize that I had just dreamed a very livid, real dream, about things I wanted to dream about. What-the-fuck.
Lucid Dreams. WTF.
This was my account of what I dreamed about last night. I drank very little yesterday, 2 shots and a beer. I was sober enough when I got home. The last time I did anything was Saturday night, I rolled.
-SirButton
ps Ill have to re-read and edit later, so Ill do so, Later.
Lucid Dreams. What-the-fuck. This shit is awesome.
I don't know much about it, cause I didnt read to much, and I don't really care as this has to go somewhere before it disappears from my mind. This state, It's like a testing ground, a playground of the creative mind, a space-thought dump where one can control his fantasies (somewhat).
Last night would have been the second night, and maybe the last night I may be able to dream in such a controlled yet uncontrolled manner.
After reading a short tab on lucid dreaming, and after having experienced such a dream the night before, I decide that tonight I will try and dream of something in which I wish to dream about. Nothing specific, just an overall tone of to what my dreams shall be about.
(decision)
As I lay in the bed, thoughts darting across my mind, livid as rave lights in the night, I start to propose to myself what I should "Title" my dream. So many thoughts cross my mind, and the mellow trance in the background doesn't help but to blend all of those thoughts together. It took a rather large conscious effort to force myself to think about the two most entertaining things in my mind at that very moment; Psychedelics and Dream Architecture.
Note here that I have no experience with mushrooms, no experience with LSD, Mescaline, Ayahuasca, DMT, or anything other than weed, speed, nitrous, and MDMA. I have not experienced any type of full blown hallucinogen, but I am trying to prepare for a trip soon or later, as I am highly entertained and amazed by the things I find in my own head while on particular substances. Also note that the trips may not be accurate at all, since majority of the ideas have been accrued over the internets, from forum posts and random readings. This is truly a dream.
(begin)
I was falling. Just into a mellow sleep, but one that I am able to continuously perform some type of reality check on myself. I feel my arm, which was propped up perpendicular to my body at my elbow, which I used as a tool after reading something on wikipedia to help induce lucidity.
It was tiring, and I felt the blood leave my arm. I wanted to refill it, so I lowered my arm and made a fist a couple of times to get the blood going. a few minutes later, my subconscious decides its time to slightly sit up and check on my arm.
(in 1st level dream)
This is where it begins. I notice the light on the ceiling is just slightly different than when I fell asleep. There is almost an gloomy, dark, overcasted look on the light coming from the windows of my room, almost like a movie foreshadowing an evil, dark forecast of events. Maybe closer to a morning sky after a thunder storm, 30 minutes before the sun rises, still cloudy. Very eerie looking light.
I sit up and check my arm and its fine. I lay it down and look at the ceiling but it looks somewhat bright and I don't want to realize that its morning already, so I roll over onto my side facing the wall to my right. I hear some friendly noises and realize that there are some friendlies in my area, in my subconscious space, and It doesn't seem to bother me now that I am sitting in a small group with these somewhat familiar people.
Somehow I manage to tell them that I would love to try acid or shrooms, and if anyone had it with them. To my surprise, noting the change in the color of the atmosphere to slightly warmer tones, a hulky friendly had some blotters, and I felt a small sense of guilt after looking at them closely and taking them. I also felt a rush of excitement as I had never tried anything like this before and was anxious. I will refer to the hulky character as Hulky. Aside Hulky, there was a girl who reminded me of a girl I had seen the day which preceded the dream, she was slightly geeky in appearance, yet still very attractive with fair skin, long jet black hair and broken black framed glasses that were mended in the middle with some tape. Her name will be the 'black-haired girl'. The last character was a short, stocky person who was friendly enough, but had a sort of apprentice-vibe to Hulky. I named him appropriately 'short-shit'.
The vibes were good enough at this point to take the blotter and stick it under my tongue. I don't remember where I learned this technique, but this is the way my mind took me.
At this point I had turned the clock speed up because I was starting to feel the effects of comeup I think would have taken at least 30 minutes. At least. This is maybe 2 minutes dream time. I am starting to get very nice, pretty visuals.
I am still sitting on my bed in my room, with my friendlies hanging out near my door watching me. Music in the background, I can see waves and colors just floating around. Such a wonderful thing, such a wonderful feeling, such amazement. I start to look around at things around me and begin rolling around in my blankets as I try to contain the visuals. I close my eyes, then open them. I try looking at the wall, then looking at the door. Everything is just wiggling and colorful, but no 'hallucinations' yet. Not just yet.
Hulky gets up and decides to ask me if I wanted to try some 2C-I on top of the LSD. I refused becuase I wanted to experience a full LSD only trip. From this point on, Hulky's 'vibe' was slightly negative, as with his little side-kick.
Still sitting, now in my computer chair in front of the computer, I take a swig from my water bottle. I am feeling quite thirsty. As soon as I gulp down the water though, I realize Hulky backs away from the rear of my chair, holding a bag of the research chemical. I look at the bottle I had just drank from, and I see white particles floating around inside my water; This is the same water which I had just drank, and is still in my hand.
Suddenly a grave feeling starts to overshadow the surrounds, and the sky turns to a dark blue-purple-black hue and vibes are nowhere near friendly. I turn around, still sitting on my computer chair, and look at Hulky, the black-haired girl, and the short-shit.
The short-shit melds together with Hulky, and Hulky's eyes begin to turn red. The black-haired girl disappears and all that remains is her hair in the form a floating amoeba-looking thing, levitating in air. Quickly, that is absorbed by Hulky, and so is the warm surrounding hues. At this point, I am feeling singled-out, alone, scared, mad, angry as to why this demon would do such a thing when I asked him not to. I precede in my dreaming state that I will be entering a bad trip, and I should prepare for one. The vibes were terrible and I had to get away.
Hulky turns into a ever-growing blackness with red glowing eyes, and I couldn't move. I was stuck. I couldn't think, I couldn't scream, I couldn't breathe. I was trapped, alone and scared.
Then, I fell. I fell, and fell, and it felt sort of like a fat hit of nitrous, wawawawa sounds, and everything just falling or me just flying up or down into the air or something. I was moving away from that particular state of consciousness in what I could guess feels like a K-hole, or at least that was what I said to myself in my mind, in my state of lucidity.
(break, 2nd level dream)
I am now standing on a street. The sky is again, a slight hue of grey with a semibright lightness to it. There is a glow, like street light which is casting its luminous glare all over the street. I look around, glad to be out of that dark, evil, demon's presence. I notice that the entire world where I am in is wack as to what physics would work in real life. I know this is another state of dreaming, and I am just taking part of it.
I realize this is the Dream Structure, it's architecture, and I have thought about thinking about this. I am again, amazed, and my mood is lifted, and I am back in a curious state.
I look around some more and realize that I am standing on a horizontal street. There are houses to the left and right, but they are tilted. There is also a beach and an ocean that extends out to my left, but it is an odd beach. It is as if the ocean and its beaches were uphill from where I was standing. The ocean expands to the horizon, up and to the left. Very wierd, very bizarre, and I note that in my dream, but perfectly OK.
Now these tilted houses, they are surfing this uphill slanted ocean, and I could see the water breaking on the side of the houses. Very calm, like walking through your neighborhood in the dead of night, everyone asleep, peaceful.
I walk down the street to a house and go inside, where I am supposed to be. All the while, I feel as if dream time has slowed to an almost stand still, and the only thing that is moving is me, and the other folk who is in my dreams. The people inside have been waiting for me, as I have been called upon to help a girl who is trapped within herself. This girl is the black-haired girl. She is lying on a hospital-bed inside of this house, near the kitchen, in rather normal clothing. All black, I recall.
The structure of the house is familiar, maybe one from one of my childhood memories of my friends house. I am sort of a inception professional, and I have to go into this girl's dream to save her from herself, because she is lost. I step up to examine her, and suddenly my heart drops. There is now face to recognize, but yet another vibe. This girl is the love of my life, but we haven't known it yet. I stare at this blank canvas with black hair and my heart sinking, now with a sudden and absolute mission to go in and save her. I must save her.
I lay down on the hospital bed that just so happens to appear right next to her's, and procede to hook myself up. I say something to the people in the house, and start the machine. I am going to find her, and there is no stopping me.
(3rd dream level)
Again, I appear back on the street. But this time, it is different. I am in an unfamiliar torment, and there is somewhat of a hurricane or typhoon going on. I can feel the girl crying from the inside, and it is affecting my emotions in ways I can't describe, almost as if I was feeling her directly through me. I am wading in what looks like mud water, and my clothes are soaked, but I am not cold. I feel strong, and I am on a mission. I have to save this tormented, lost girl. She is crying somewhere, alone as I was, scared, frightened by everything around her. So I start looking.
I walk and walk, into the neighborhood. I notice the houses again. They are all tilted, but this time, they are aged. The water these tilted houses are surfing on, the wakes they are making are enormous, but I feel no current. I am wading in still waters, or slow moving water. It doesn't matter, nothing matter right now. I have one focus. Her. I continue.
I walk through the neighborhood, and I have much difficulty moving with any speed, but I am trying to be persistent. I can hear her cries louder and louder, and I want them to stop, but it gives me direction and motivation. I feel her heart pounding in fear, and I want to make it stop. I want everything to be OK. If she is OK, I will be OK, and the demons will all go away. I continue on. I fight on, what feels like a week of searching, water still everywhere.
I find her. The sky turns benevolent and everything calms. The dark-haired girl is amazed that anyone found her and runs towards me at the mere sight of me. She jumps on to me and latches on as if she has known me for a long time as someone special, and that she has been waiting for me to find her. I can still put no face to this girl, but it reminds me of my first and longest girlfriend. But it isn't. We embrace, and we kiss. I can feel the feelings flying through both of us, refinement and joy, happiness, euphoric. Very Euphoric, very clean, very pure. Like two new lovers in the puppy love stage walking around in a park talking about nothing important, but talking themselves into love with each other.
We walk on and the houses now are all on our left as we approach them, still wading through still waters. The houses now are all upright, and there is some sort of, preceding familiarity with them. These houses in my mind, in this dream, represents the guys that this girl has dated in the past. We walk past them, and I chuckle a little, and differently at each one as we walk past. I point and laugh a little, and she blushes a little, and oh is it gorgeous. Two lovers, walking down a street, talking about the things which embarrass this shit out them. Teases. Little Love Teases.
(2nd level dream)
Now everything is OK, the job has been completed, and we can return. I rise from my hospital bed, and so does she, and we look at each other in slight amusement at what we had both experienced. The color of the surrounding area is very warm, and everything is well. We pack our stuff up and walk towards the door.
We look at each other and don't say a word. No word was needed to exchange. We had met at such a deep level, we knew that one day, if we were meant to be we would meet each other again. I take a step out the door, look back and smile.
(1st level dream)
There was no transition back to this first level, just a realization that I was just in a lucid dream state. I am now laying in my bed, aroused by some exterior noise.
(arousal)
I wake up again, to be facing my wall to my right, and I hear someone fiddling with my door. I think its my grandparents, as they are leaving back to the Orient, where they live. I decide to forget it for a little and continue dreaming.
(1st level dream)
I am back in halucinogenic state, trippin on LSD and 2C-I, and the effects are created by my mind are intense. The wall I am staring at has gills, the pillow has tadpoles swimming in it. I laugh at it cause I know it can't be real, but I'm still slightly agitated by these moving objects.
My brother says these sound more like shroom halucinations, than any other synth, since much of it is vibe based. But I get this way with weed or with mdma, so I dono.
The dark vibe Hulky was gone, for the most part, and I was again, alone in my room, but I still felt some sort of presence in my room. I couldn't see or feel it, but it was there, and it was making or creating a source for all of the movement within all of the objects I was looking at. I try to pinpoint the source, and realize it's the drugs, affecting my body and my mind. I'm done, and I want it to wear off now, cause I've got to wake up and do things.
Problem is, I can't figure out how to wake up.
I try and try, but it just doesn't happen. I feel like I'm inside of a glass bowl thats to thick to break through or to heavy to lift off. But wait. My feet, are freezing.
Reality check. I can't see myself. Not clearly. I look again at the wall, and there are tadpoles swimming in the wall. Doesn't make sense I say, Wake UP!!!
(semi-arousal)
It's hard but I hear the music in the background, and I hear the garbage truck outside. I look up and the sun is out, much more neutral colored than in the lucid state, but still gloomy. Check the clock. Damn. I've only been sleeping for 3.5 hours.
(Awakening)
I realize that the dream has lasted maybe 3 weeks, 1 week per hour almost. It has felt like a long time, and I am very physically tired. I don't feel like I slept at all. I am excited. I realize that I had just dreamed a very livid, real dream, about things I wanted to dream about. What-the-fuck.
Lucid Dreams. WTF.
This was my account of what I dreamed about last night. I drank very little yesterday, 2 shots and a beer. I was sober enough when I got home. The last time I did anything was Saturday night, I rolled.
-SirButton
ps Ill have to re-read and edit later, so Ill do so, Later.
