Dream – 5/28/09

I was at my friend’s house, and there was this girl who I have known for awhile sitting next to me, who I have always liked.  Then she started touching me, and I kissed her, but there were a lot of other people, so I said we should go somewhere.  We agreed, and then we left.  We were in some kind of large hotel, and when we left the room I saw my mom, who had supposed to have left awhile ago.  I told her I was in a meeting with some people in another room, and she said she had better check it out, and I said, “No, don’t go in that room.”  Then she suddenly disappeared, and me and the girl went in to a room and locked the doors.  However, there was a guy in there who was shooting heroin, and he asked me if I wanted some, and I said no.  Then he poked me with his needle, and I was afraid I would get hepatitis or something.  We ran out of the room and up the stairs and in to another room, and this time I managed to lock all the doors.  Then the girl started hitting me with a box and doing these other weird things, and it was very annoying.

We then went back to my house, and my friend Matt was there.  He said we were going to get really high that night, and I said I had already smoked that day, but only a little, so he said it was fine.  I told him he had to leave, but he wouldn’t leave.  Then I went outside and there were a lot of cops arresting someone (ironically, the house they were arresting the person from was where a state trooper lives in real life, but it wasn’t a state trooper they were arresting in the dream).  Then all of a sudden some of the cops and some other neighbors came in to my house, and my friend was still making a lot of noise, and I apologized for his behavior and told him to shut up.  The people started taking a lot of my food, so I let them get what they wanted but then had them go on their way.

Then my friend Josh called, so I started driving up to his house, and I told the girl to come to that house.  I got there, but then I left and told the girl to come to my house instead.  However, she told me to follow her or something, so I was running on foot after her car.  Other friends started coming out their houses and were asking why I was running after her, like I was stalking.  So I called her and said what she was making me do was embarrassing, but no matter what she did I would always like her.

Then a new dream began… I was trying to find a man named Johan, who is part of the anime Monster, and I was with two other people.  We went in to this house and were talking to some bad people, but they tried to attack us so we ran away.  One of them chased us and I was hiding and running around, but I did escape.  There were three of us, and then we went in to a store and I was drinking from a water fountain, but some water was dripping from the ceiling on to my head.  Then I realized something, and said to the two others in a terrified tone, “Oh my God… Johan could kill us through those drops.  He would do something like that!”  And I was truly scared.

Note: This was an incredibly long dream, with the first one being a lot longer than the latter.  It started off good, but then it just got worse.  I truly like the girl in the dream, so when things went bad it was very disappointing.  As for Johan, he is the “monster” in the anime Monster, and when I woke up, I was still very scared.  I stayed that way for awhile, and I was thinking about what it’s like to have to live in real terror all the time, and it made me want to save people from that feeling.  In any case, this was definitely not a good dream, and here’s a picture of the monster Johan who tried to kill me!

Dream – 5/27/09

I was in an after-graduation party in a house that looked extremely similar to my own, but it was slightly different.  There were a lot of people, and then I fell asleep in a bedroom.  When I woke up, there was nobody left, although I could hear a few sounds downstairs but other than that the house was empty.  I went in to the bathroom and my friend Toreno was on the ground and he had a huge gash in his head and it was very bloody, although in the dream it didn’t look huge or bloody, but I just knew that it was.  Then a doctor came in and I said we needed to help him, and he told me to help him find a needle and thread.  I spent what felt like an hour looking for a needle and thread in a closet, and then I finally found it.  The doctor went to work, but then he said he needed my help.  He opened Toreno’s mouth and cut his tongue in half, and I had to hold half of his tongue while he sewed Toreno’s head back together.

Then I tried to call my mom, but the message on the phone said, “The person you are trying to reach is not available, because they have either passed away or are in a coma,” and I’m thinking, “No, that’s not good!” but then I managed to reach her and I was happy she was not dead.

Then I was in a parking lot, and there were lots of people driving around.  Toreno was there, and I said that if I hadn’t been with him before, he’d probably be dead, and he thanked me.  Then I believe I was on a road with a lot of people, waiting for something.

Note: Even though it sounded pretty disgusting with the surgery and all, and thinking back on it, that was incredibly weird, it felt completely normal and calm in the dream.  There was a lot more to the dream as well, but I’m afraid I cannot remember.

Philosophical Theories Don’t Change Anything

It can be easy for many people, including myself (in the past), to be heavily downed by philosophical concepts, such as the world isn’t real, it’s all an illusion, etc.  The important thing to remember is that no matter what theory you come across, absolutely nothing changes.  You are who you are, everybody else is who they are, happiness is real, pain is real, and life is magnificent.  No matter what, everything stays constant until the day you die, so there is no point in wallowing in despair about an unmeasurable and probably untrue theory.

Dream – 5/25/09

I was in a place that was very similar to the shopping center near my house, but it was somewhat different.  It might have been in Russia, based on events that happen later.  I went in to a store, and my friend was working there.  I tried to buy a dutch cigar, but he said he was all out of them, but a place down the street might have them.  Although it was only a little ways down, for some reason I had to go through this extremely long maze/underground tunnel to get there.  I saw a lot of people along the way, but the tunnel was just so long, it felt like it took forever to get out of it.  When I did, I saw a friend on the other side, as well as one of my friend’s sisters.

In the new store, the person running it was one of my old high school teachers, abnormal psychology to be specific.  I bought the cigar, then all of a sudden the store was raided by dozens of Russian police (which is why I think this was in Russia), and then there were suddenly around a hundred other people around me.  The police said for everyone to get on the ground, so we did.  Of course, they came right to me, and they started pestering and hitting me.  They searched me and took the cigar, and I was worried that if they found cannabis, I’d get in a lot of trouble, but luckily I didn’t have anything on me.  This part was extremely horrible, and I felt so violated and felt a grave sense of injustice.

After this, I came back to the store and talked to the owner.  For some reason we kissed, and then I ran away back to the United States (so I guess it was a different country, now that I think about it).  When I got back, I found out that I was a wanted man, and people were coming to kill me.  This was pretty scary, and then two people did come, and I think one of them was from earlier, but I’m not sure.  I talked to them about what happened.

Note: This dream was so long, so memorable, and so terrible.  Going through that long maze was crazy, but then once the Russian police came, things were really bad.  All in all it was a bad dream, but incredibly interesting and detailed.

Cannabis

Some of my posts and many of my dreams have to do with cannabis, as I am a cannabis consumer.  Just a mere few years ago, I thought cannabis was a bad thing, and now I am ashamed for ever having thought such a thing.  First of all, as a recreational device, cannabis is harmless and occasional use is good for you, no doubt about it.  How is this possible?  Well, all humans have endocannabinoid systems, which were integral in our evolution and regulate literally all other systems in our body; respiratory, circulatory, muscular-skeletal, digestive, endocrine, nervous, etc.  Cannabis strengthens this system and thus everything else, so it truly is a good thing.

But that is not important.  When the essential oils of cannabis are extracted and concentrated, a substance called hemp oil is formed.  A man named Rick Simpson discovered modern hemp oil, and has used it to cure a multitude of diseases, including terminal cancer, diabetes, MS, arthritis, cardiovascular disease, autoimmune disorders, pain disorders, mental disorders, and even physical wounds and burns.  This medicine is incredible, and it can truly revolutionize the medical system and world.

As if that weren’t enough, industrial hemp can save the planet by stopping deforestation (as hemp can be used to make paper and building materials), reversing global warming (by taking massive amounts of CO2 out of the atmosphere during growth), providing us with an alternative biofuel, creating a very nutritious staple food (hemp seeds have all the essential fatty acids and amino acids), and is the source material for literally thousands of products.  Cannabis, the one plant that can do the most for this world, is one of the few plants that is illegal.  What injustice this is, and it is injustice on a genocidal level.

Night Dream – 5/24/09

I was at my friend’s house, but I had to leave because I was going somewhere.  As I left in my car, I passed my stepmom and this other woman, who were coming to pick me up for some reason.  I called her and told her that I had already left, and she said alright.

I was supposed to meet up with my friend, but he called me and said he had been hassled by some cops, but he had got off alright.

Note: There was more to this dream, but I can’t remember.  The dream had a negative undertone, even though it sounds neutral.

Daytime Dream – 5/24/09

I was at school, but for some reason I couldn’t remember why I was there or what days I had been there.  I asked my friend what was going on, and she said something about why we were there, but I didn’t understand.  The weirdest part was not knowing if I had been to school the day before or not, and if I had to go to the next day.

Then I went to this auditorium, and I was in the top part overlooking a vast bottom part.  I sat next to my other friend, and I asked him what was going on.  Somebody was explaining something about going to law school and college, and my friend said something about the law part.  Then he moved a seat over to this other kid, and I was alone.

Note: This was a mid-day dream, as I had a nap.  Perhaps that is why it is was so disorienting.  I am already out of school, but in the dream I was still in school, and I didn’t know why.  It was one of the most disorienting dreams of my life.

Dream – 5/23/09

I was in my room, and two of my friends were smoking cannabis.  One of the friend’s was someone I knew very well, but the other was someone I had just met.  In any case, I was worried someone was going to come home, so I kept checking the door to see.  I was not smoking anything, as I was on a tolerance break (which I am on in real life as well).  Then my mother and grandmother come in, and I tell my friend to stop because someone is here, but he doesn’t.  I say “Hi” like nothing is happening, but the whole house smells like cannabis.  I tell my friend that he is taking the fall for this, since I wasn’t doing anything.  I send him downstairs and he leaves, but all he says is, “Bye” and just leaves.

Then I am in Halo 2, and I am the Master Chief and am in the first level.  It was pretty cool, but then I beat that and I knew that I had to be the Elite in the second level, and I really, really didn’t want to do that.  When you are the Elite, you have to play through this really long level that I didn’t like, and I just wanted to be the Master Chief again, but I couldn’t.

Note: This was not that good of a dream.  I have noticed that whenever I take a break from cannabis, I have dreams about it.  Pretty interesting.

Reality Isn’t Real? Impossible!

There are many people, like idealists, who believe that reality is inseparable from human consciousness.  Or, in a broader sense, that reality isn’t real, and there is no external world and such.  If you look at things realistically, that is simply impossible, or at the very least, improbable on the grandest of scales.

First point; humans evolved.  For humans to evolve, there has to be a point at which humans do not exist, which means there is a reality without human consciousness.  It could be argued that it is all some grand illusion, evolution included.  If you look at reality, you can see this is no illusion.  If you get cut, you feel real pain and bleed real blood.  We all have extremely complex circulatory, respiratory, muscular, skeletal, endocrine, nervous, and respiratory systems that could not have been built by ourselves.  When you get hurt, a doctor uses his knowledge of these complex systems to save you; that is no illusion, that is not fake.

One thing I’ve noticed about reality is that it is easy to think it is unreal when you are in a state of relative calm and safety.  If you are in danger or in pain, suddenly everything is real and immediate, and not detached.  The time then is no different from the time now; it’s all real, all the time.  Pretty good argument, hmm?

Dream – 5/12/09

I was in my house smoking some cannabis, and I blew it out the back door.  Then I hear a loud voice that says, “Come out here now!” and it sounds like the police (it is) so I shut the door really fast.  I’m with my friend, and I say, “We can just say it was tobacco smoke”, but then I figure the cop would say (and I think he did say, even though he wasn’t around) “But it smells like weed.”  So me and my friend start trying to clean up everything, and we’re moving everything around, and I keep looking down and finding huge pieces of cannabis that I have to clean up, and I’m afraid if there is even one speck, then I will get busted.  I believe I did actually talk to the police in front of my house, but I’m not sure.

Note: This was quite a scary dream, as it really did feel real, and when I do smoke I always worry that something like this would happen, and it did in the dream, very vividly.  Even when I woke up I was still making plans about what to do, until I slowly realized it was a dream.  Very relieving!