I haven't been smoking weed much and last night I had some really abnormally vivid dreaming so I thought I'd share it here... I like to write up my dreams when they're noteworthy as it's good for getting better at remembering/recalling them.
My first dream began very slowly, it took me forever to fall asleep. Gradually, as I laid there with my girlfriend, I began to believe I was hearing people talking downstairs (my house has an upstairs from the bedroom, not a downstairs). Then I started getting up. I mean I didn't really, but I thought I was. I was in my parents' house, and it was actually modern times as my dad was gone (usually my dreams are several years behind my real life in terms of people). My mom was having a party and my brother and sister were there, and this professional musician she hired who was playing guitar. I kept wanting to play my keyboard with him, but I kept getting distracted. Primarily, every time my girlfriend would shift I would realize I was in my bed with her and not hanging out with people, but I would still hear the people and I'd get back up and go rejoin them. The events of the night are hazy as this was my first dream of two, but a few things I remember.
At one point, I was with some musicians including the professional musician (who reminded me of a friend I went to college with who was a drummer). We were in some sort of video game world (like Mario-style), and we dropped into some room. A guy with me was describing something that it seemed like I was deeply familiar with, like I had been to this place many times before. We were trying to unlock a hidden room or something. He said that the key was about to drop and we had to expect it. I saw it drop and grabbed it, it looked like the Grateful Dead lightning bolt, and unlocked this panel. A tiny hole opened up, and the guy went through it... he basically stuck his hand in, and it started sucking his body through this tiny hole. I dropped the key by accident and it fell and vanished, and I knew that it would fall infinitely, and the feeling gave me some vertigo. Then I went up to the hole. I said to one of the other guys that it was just like in some of my dreams I've had before where you approach this small opening and get sucked through as if you're immaterial. For some reason it didn't occur to me this was a dream though. I went up to it and stuck my hand in, and got sucked through, the feeling was really interesting and identical to other dreams I've had with these portals, which all have taken place in this city underneath the mountains that is a dream world I used to go to often but haven't been to in years). In the other side I found myself falling/flying through the air and sort of vaguely translated back to my parents' house, it was dawn. I was pissed because I had missed the whole party, but my brother had just gotten home from somewhere and said everyone was still hanging out. I set my keyboard up and started playing with the musicians, but I felt clumsy.
Then I semi-woke up in bed with my girlfriend again, and decided to get up to take some L-theanine because I realized I was sleeping really shallowly. I perceived it as the very crack of dawn, earlier than it had been a moment ago. I got up and walked to my "office", which was actually one of the upstairs rooms in my parents' house, down the hall from my room where we were sleeping (of course really I wasn't awake). I was trying to take some L-theanine, but I felt drunkenly clumsy, like my coordination just wouldn't work right, and I kept spilling it. Then I sat down to collect myself, and this woman came in. She was basically the same as this person I've met a few times at festivals, who helped me when I had a kidney stone earlier this year at a festival. She sat down and started talking to me and then put her hand on my hand and was really obviously making a move. I was sort of trying to ignore it and act like she wasn't but then she leaned in to kiss me and I was just went with it and we started making out. But then I woke up to my cat scratching at the door for food. I woke up for real this time, in my actual bed in my actual house, although it seemed no more real than the other false wake-ups. I went out to feed them, and saw it was only 4:00am, probably about 2 hours after I started dreaming. It seemed SO long. I took some actual L-theanine (pretty sure anyway) and went back to bed.
The next dream took place outside at night in a huge open field surrounded by forest. At first, it was a Burn that was a New Year's Eve party. There was a giant effigy, absolutely massive, multi-story, hundreds of feet tall. There was a festival with a bunch of vendors set up inside it, selling everything you could imagine. I was there with my boos and one co-workers from work. We were drinking beers and having a good time, exploring. My boss and I went looking for weed and smoked it (we are actually close and I told him about my ibogaine and opiate addiction stuff, we've never really chilled in person though as the last time I actually saw him was like 10 years ago). I spent a lot of time at this festival up in the effigy, met a lot of people, hung out, etc... I don't really remember all the details, but eventually we climbed out because it was time for it to be burned.
I don't really remember the burning itself. After an indeterminate amount of time, the scene shifted. It was in the same place, but it became a multi-day camping festival. Music wasn't really a part of it, it was just a lot of people gathered and camping and partying. I was hanging out with a large group of people, one of them in particular. His name was Nick. At one point I saw some stuff he had and it was labeled with the name "Thanatos", and I was like whoa, I think this is Thanatos from Bluelight! I kept wanting to ask him but never actually did, but for some reason it seemed like it must be, based on him also knowing all kinds of stuff about drugs that most people don't. But then it seemed that he would have known the name Xorkoth if it was, even though there was no reason he should know that I had that name online.
Then it became this sort of medieval/magical thing, I was setting up my camp near these other people and one of them was evil or something, I don't really remember it well. I remember I was trying to thwart some plans he had based on how I was setting up my camp. That part was weird and the least clear part. I remember how vivid the stars were, and there was also very vivid Aurora Borealis in the sky, it was beautiful and otherworldly.
So Saturday came, in the dream I had been there since Thursday, and for some reason I had to go work (though it was Saturday) at my bandmate's parents' house (this is clearly a reference to how I played at a festival 15 minutes from his parents' house recently). For some reason, what I had to do was send my partially written book I paused years ago on writing, to my friend's boss. My boss (the same one I partied with at the Burn in my dream) was working with me with it. I had it on a floppy disk (an old-school 3.5 inch floppy) and had mailed it to him physically. He was displeased with the format, and me and my boss were discussing it. He had converted it to .rtf format in case he didn't have MS Word when he put it on the floppy. But it had removed all the formatting like bolding, centering, font size, etc. Then I realized I could just email the original .doc to the guy and did that.
Then I realized it was Saturday night and I wanted to go back to the festival because there was one more night. Thanatos was there at my friend's parents' house, but didn't want to go back, he wanted to go to this music venue an hour away to see a show. But the festival was about 10 minutes away. My bandmate assured him it was really close, and on the way. So we were getting ready to go, and then I woke up and realized it was all a dream and it was time to wake up. I haven't had a night of dreaming that intense in quite a while. The first one in particular was very vivid and I kept going almost-lucid and having false awakenings.
Last night I ate LSD and we had a practice and me and the new bass player afterwards both got on that effortless flow where you're just witnessing yourself channeling music and no long consciously controlling it, but we were also so linked (he was playing drums actually) that everything we did was exactly together, I was throwing in crazy changes and I just knew he knew I was going to and he did. it was wild. We were both tripping.
Ever since I quit playing music when I was 18, to go to school for computer science, I've had this hole in me a little bit where I just desperately wanted to have the experience of playing in a good band, being on the road, having screaming fans. It's actually happening, I didn't really believe it ever would. So funny how life works out if you stay open and just take it step by step. 
