Dreams are strange. You may be right about mine psy, honestly it just kind of felt like a fun dream except for the bodies but even that was just sort of happening, it never hit me emotionally, it was just what was going on.
My ibogaine dreams were the weirdest dreams ever. My mind seems to work on some weird subconscious levels. Almost every other report I've read on ibogaine, people remained fully aware and had some sort of guided journey through scenes in their life where they relived things are were able to see how they acted badly, or whatever. For me, I just dreamed really weird dreams the whole time, there was no guiding presence, I didn't relive any past scenes, I wasn't aware I was on ibogaine most of the time, and the dreams were extremely otherworldly and I felt they were entirely random and unrelated until the end when I reflected on it. And actually some of them were totally random. Like in one of them my brother and I were gods and we went skiing down mount olympus. The fuck does that have to do with anything?
My theory is that the way my brain needed to process my opiate/post-relationship situation was subconscious and symbolic, rather than some sort of direct head-on thing. I mean when I took ibogaine I already knew what had been wrong, I had already started to move past it. What I needed in truth was a push away from the state of stagnation and impassivity I had found myself in as an adult. The ibogaine experience was chaotic and weird, and coming right out of it I was like, the
fuck was that? Oh well, I feel great from the metabolites and I don't feel any opiate withdrawal. Then a little later it clicked,
something clicked, it was barely related to conscious processing, it's like in one moment I felt changed on this deep, root level and had the desire to take care of myself, get in shape, eat better, pursue my passions and make goals that felt attainable. I suddenly felt connected to my old self again, like this 10-year (or even longer really) gap was bridged in one moment, and I felt happy and inspired and sane again, and from that moment on my life has been different and I've never felt the desire or need to revisit opiates because I'm happy with myself and I don't need to mask anything, and without the need to mask something, it's like, I'd have to be insane to subject myself to that torture again. In fact I WAS insane, but now I'm not anymore. But it all happened on some subconscious level that the dreams were processing, without any input from me consciously. So strange. But such a blessing.
Anyway ever since ibogaine my dreams have been way more intense. It's pretty cool but I think my brain is unusual.
