expothead
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I just had a two week holiday to tropical Fiji.
Some of the dreams I had in the absence of pot were the worst i've had in years...
One of them, and the worst, I dreamed I was chewing a sticky lolly that, although long finished, began to stick my teeth together like super glue... unless I continued chewing. I pulled long strands of the lolly material from my mouth continuously building piles of the toffee like substance, complete with fillings, teeth, and at one point half of my jaw! This went on for what seemed like hours interspersed with breaking up with a good friend (which kind of happened in real life anyway a few months ago although not for the reason in my dream - which I forget) and trying to get help from my other friends and old acquaintances/school friends that simply stood around obliviously laughing. even when these so called friends finally fetched a doc for me the doctor just laughed it off and said something to the effect of "well that will teach you to eat sweets".
It was fucking frightening. I awoke eventually, and i was speechless except for the word "Fuck..." for about half a minute. My wife was wondering what the fuck had happened. Funnily enough i didn't have a sore jaw.
Other nightmares also included some nasty personal shit going down with my parents that, in many ways, mirrored an underlying truth in reality.
The night before I actually flew home I dreamed I walked in on a drug smuggling operation at the airport happening in some outside toilet in the carpark!!! The smugglers, dressed in long brown jackets like the one the detective in the ridiculous Pink Panther cartoons wore (which the kids had been watching that night with the same stunned expression i used to many years ago) - were exchanging baggage. One of the smugglers split in a psychopathic mood (although I never actually saw his face), and the other decided not to kill me after a long and anxious chat...
Strangely, i also had two dreams about scoring drugs - and having to outrun/hide from the police in both instances. more weird is that the drug was ecstasy in both cases.
Towards the end of my holiday I must have been getting the hang of the dream shit and actually 'realised' that what was happening was too fucked up to be anything but a dream. I willed myself to wake up... which I did... and it was time to take a piss (from the beer i'd been drinking).
Frankly, i think being in a strange land as well as my Aviophobia (fear of flying), which I can report is still alive and well, had a major influence on these dreams...
Some of the dreams I had in the absence of pot were the worst i've had in years...
One of them, and the worst, I dreamed I was chewing a sticky lolly that, although long finished, began to stick my teeth together like super glue... unless I continued chewing. I pulled long strands of the lolly material from my mouth continuously building piles of the toffee like substance, complete with fillings, teeth, and at one point half of my jaw! This went on for what seemed like hours interspersed with breaking up with a good friend (which kind of happened in real life anyway a few months ago although not for the reason in my dream - which I forget) and trying to get help from my other friends and old acquaintances/school friends that simply stood around obliviously laughing. even when these so called friends finally fetched a doc for me the doctor just laughed it off and said something to the effect of "well that will teach you to eat sweets".
It was fucking frightening. I awoke eventually, and i was speechless except for the word "Fuck..." for about half a minute. My wife was wondering what the fuck had happened. Funnily enough i didn't have a sore jaw.
Other nightmares also included some nasty personal shit going down with my parents that, in many ways, mirrored an underlying truth in reality.
The night before I actually flew home I dreamed I walked in on a drug smuggling operation at the airport happening in some outside toilet in the carpark!!! The smugglers, dressed in long brown jackets like the one the detective in the ridiculous Pink Panther cartoons wore (which the kids had been watching that night with the same stunned expression i used to many years ago) - were exchanging baggage. One of the smugglers split in a psychopathic mood (although I never actually saw his face), and the other decided not to kill me after a long and anxious chat...
Strangely, i also had two dreams about scoring drugs - and having to outrun/hide from the police in both instances. more weird is that the drug was ecstasy in both cases.
Towards the end of my holiday I must have been getting the hang of the dream shit and actually 'realised' that what was happening was too fucked up to be anything but a dream. I willed myself to wake up... which I did... and it was time to take a piss (from the beer i'd been drinking).
Frankly, i think being in a strange land as well as my Aviophobia (fear of flying), which I can report is still alive and well, had a major influence on these dreams...