Ok, I've cut out all 420 recently. I do this every so often with my husband, we go cold trukey. It's a really good thing to do but a facsinating side effect is a return to dreams. I haven't had dreams in such a long while, forgot how trippy they could be. Once a night you get transported to another place, world, or reality. Memories blend into each other making a gobbly-gook story out of movies you've watched, places you've been, and people you've slept with.

In my dream last night, my husband and I lived in a trailer park. Not sure why but I was walking around the trailer park after a really long night of things I couldn't remember. An ex-girlfriend from high school met me around a corner with make-up schmeared across her face. A chill went down my spine as I suddenly realized I had cheated on my husband and not just with her, but another highschool ex as well. I stammered "WHA-WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" I kept trying to remember the night before but I couldn't. A fear fell across me that I had been drugged. When I accused Leanne (who was actually just someone I knew and not an ex-girlfriend) of drugging me, a knowing smile fell across her clown make-up schmeared face:

I started yelling, crying, and I ran to my husband. I was catatonic, breathless as I tried to explain to my man that I had been drugged and cheated on him and I didn't know how many times, with who, or anything at all. I had so much trouble getting it out since I was in such a panicked state. He didn't really seem to care, just shrugged his shoulders and went back to whatever he had been doing. I pulled out a fuck notebook and opened it up to a random page. On that page was a tally of how many times I had cheated on him that night... it was an endless fuck tally, scored along side an endless number of names. I dropped the book in front of my husband and ran off into the woods to cry and listen to music I guess. Somewhere along the way I wound up at another ex-girlfriends house. Her parents were selling bunnies, Emily always had a ton of bunny rabbits...

I was really nervous because I had agreed to buy a family of bunnies, like 6 or 8. In my mind I kept thinking "I have nowhere to put these damn bunnies. I don't even have a bunny hutch, why am I doing this? I need to get out of this deal somehow... I don't know how to say no but I don't want to look like a puss in front of Emily's parents... this is out of control...WHY AM I BUYING BUNNIES??" I don't remember how the episode with the bunnies ended. My husband woke me up at some point because he had to make a trip into town today to get a couple honey bee hives. Woke up like...

So if you ever needed a reason not to do drugs, just saying: dreams > drugs. Dreams are just super potent trips and you have them every night. Sleep is important because it's your brain reorganizing things while making you more prepared for random things like zombies and bar fights. I can't wait for the next wiggly arm bar fight, those nightmares are the best. It's like throwing rubber bands at a brick wall with totally useless punches. Ok, I think that's all I wanted to share today. Stay in school, don't do drugs, don't buy bunnies you don't have a hutch for.

Peace.