Well, I went to sleep at a reasonable time last night, only to have epic dreams, one of which was about burningman. It was huge, I remember going to burningman, although it was in like a terraced plain, not the desert, running around barefoot, smoking weed with some random dude from a big pipe (it was so big i was having trouble smoking it and the weed kept falling out, although I did blow a few smoke rings and he asked me "what do you see"? I think he thought i was tripping, I told him I just saw the particles in the smoke moving.... which I did), and even to the point of hurting my foot while running barefoot. At one point I was crying saying how happy I was to decide to go to burningman this year even though it was really hard. There was also random bs like robots with guns shooting at me and a rampaging bull and getting lost and trying to find my camp because I slept in a bar the first night. Then I woke up and I was like... awww man, I'm not at burningman. FUCK! Such a letdown.
I also had a dream about being at a clinic where all my friends from college came and got injections (dunno what for, it was some kind of vaccine, not drugs), but it was being done illegally, and we all got busted and had to get pat-downs from the cops. Weird.
Dreams are crazier, more psychedelic things for me than any of my escapades with psychedelic drugs have produced. These dreams were intensely vivid and detailed, although the details did change fairly rapidly.
Edit: woo 1700 posts.
I don't know if its seizure activity or basic surrender but I have been drifting in an out of these eerie mystical states, kind of what it feels like when you have meditated for an hour or two; this happens a few times a day. RATHER GRAND!
