I was working outside on a rainy day when I was approached by a young red-headed lady who was in a French bikini despite the weather. She had a snorkel and asked if I wanted to go diving. I said yes and she took me to a tarp-covered hole in the middle of a field. The hole was about 4 feet wide, and brimming with muddy water.
She told me she was trying to swim to the bottom of the hole. She dove in, and I waited a few minutes. When she didn't surface, I dove in, too. It turns out she was a foot under the surface, trying to sink to the bottom and not succeeding.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Night of 25JUN2014
In an apartment in Tokyo, I began receiving mail forwarded to me from my first address in the military. They were date-stamped from 2005. I received one date-stamped 2020, but it had been ripped open and its contents stolen.
Suddenly, someone put a hit out on my son, so I became his bodyguard for a while. The assassin hid in his room, next to the window, and had a blow-dart gun. I found the assassin, and shot him and threw him off a cliff (the house was on a cliff, for some reason).
Suddenly, someone put a hit out on my son, so I became his bodyguard for a while. The assassin hid in his room, next to the window, and had a blow-dart gun. I found the assassin, and shot him and threw him off a cliff (the house was on a cliff, for some reason).
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Night of 23JUN2014
I was under the floorboards. It was a cabin of some sort. People visited, but I couldn't make a sound. Reaching around, I felt loops of barbed wire. There were sets of bones under there. The people above played cards, and I stayed my cries of pain just so I could hear them speak.
Monday, June 23, 2014
Night of 22JUN2014
I was at a rich friend's house (I can have rich friends in my dreams), and I was wanting to leave. However, I had forgotten the extra magazines for my pistol in one of the children's rooms (?). So I began an exhaustive search of every room in the house. It was actually a mansion, and it was after what seemed like hours of searching that I finally found it.
I stepped out the front door, and met a steep scree. I stumbled down it, and slowly made my way to the bottom without tripping and rolling down. Then I realized I left my jacket at the house. I am not sure why I had taken a jacket, since it was blistering hot outside. So I slowly traveled back up the scree and into the house.
My first step inside was into a different house, or place. It was an arena, and I was in the bleachers. I took a seat, and a woman next to me commented on the cartridges I was quickly loading into my spare magazine. She mistakenly identified it as a ".29 caliber" round, at which I cringed (it was a 7.62x25 Tokarev). She informed me of how she had never had any luck with the .29 caliber. I didn't respond.
I stepped out the front door, and met a steep scree. I stumbled down it, and slowly made my way to the bottom without tripping and rolling down. Then I realized I left my jacket at the house. I am not sure why I had taken a jacket, since it was blistering hot outside. So I slowly traveled back up the scree and into the house.
My first step inside was into a different house, or place. It was an arena, and I was in the bleachers. I took a seat, and a woman next to me commented on the cartridges I was quickly loading into my spare magazine. She mistakenly identified it as a ".29 caliber" round, at which I cringed (it was a 7.62x25 Tokarev). She informed me of how she had never had any luck with the .29 caliber. I didn't respond.
Night of 21JUN2014
While driving to work, on the busiest road in town, I was teleported out of my truck and into the electrical room at the state Capitol building. Angered by my inevitable tardiness, I left the room. I realized I was fully armed, for some reason (rifle, sidearm, and armor plates). Before I reached the exit, I was teleported again to the mall.
These are not places I really enjoy visiting, so being teleported to such places when I am trying to get to work had really pissed me off. I made for the exit, again. Teleported to gas station. I exited, and walked east on the sidewalk. Not really sure where I was going, because I should have headed north to get to work.
These are not places I really enjoy visiting, so being teleported to such places when I am trying to get to work had really pissed me off. I made for the exit, again. Teleported to gas station. I exited, and walked east on the sidewalk. Not really sure where I was going, because I should have headed north to get to work.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Night of 20JUN2014
My parents had recently opened a shop in a small town. While visiting, I discovered they had a slot car track that my dad carved out of a massive tree, and pieces of plastic. After entertaining himself with this toy for a few minutes, my dad lost interest and left the shop.
My mom asked me to help her carry some things to her car, near the beach. Unable to carry everything in one trip, I had to leave my enormous fishing rod in a breakfast diner, after wrapping it up in electrical tape. When I came back to get it, it was gone. I frantically searched every shop in town for it, and discovered a group of people in a booth at the diner that were excitedly pulling electrical tape off of it.
I told them it was mine, and one of the gals implored the man named 'Meadows' to relinquish the fishing rod to me, as it was rightfully mine. He vehemently refused, and we were transported to a meadow. He turned into a Wookiee, and I disintegrated his legs with a particle rifle.
My mom asked me to help her carry some things to her car, near the beach. Unable to carry everything in one trip, I had to leave my enormous fishing rod in a breakfast diner, after wrapping it up in electrical tape. When I came back to get it, it was gone. I frantically searched every shop in town for it, and discovered a group of people in a booth at the diner that were excitedly pulling electrical tape off of it.
I told them it was mine, and one of the gals implored the man named 'Meadows' to relinquish the fishing rod to me, as it was rightfully mine. He vehemently refused, and we were transported to a meadow. He turned into a Wookiee, and I disintegrated his legs with a particle rifle.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Night of 19JUN2014
My best friend's mom and I happened to be spelunking in a recently discovered cave in their backyard. Having no light to spelunk by, she fell off a precipice and broke her forearm. I told her I would be right back and bring help. So I left the cave, and never went back.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Night of 17JUN2014
It has been more than 12 hours since this dream, so I apologize for its vague description. It was very vivid, though, so I am able to remember the crucial parts.
There was some sort of party or BBQ going on at my place. Some famous comedian--can't remember his name--was there, and he told me about a concert. He said, "...if you like MSF (it was implied that he meant the Edgar Winter Group), then you should go to this concert." He handed me a flier. The bands listed all had the word 'Hell' in their name. Hell Yeah. Hellilah. Hellya. Helliyo. Tons of bands with hell in their name.
My girlfriend, after drinking the entire night, returned home. It was late, and we lived in a house I've never been in before. She was surprised that I felt let-down because she hadn't invited me to drink.
She brought a man home with her. Initially, I believed it to be a police officer, since he was yelling at her and questioning her about drugs (my girlfriend does not do drugs at all--or drink, for that matter). The man took her into another room and I overheard their conversation. He was strip-searching her for meth. When they exited the room, she was naked, but getting clothed.
I soon learned that his name was Robbity, and he was not a cop.
The man left, and the scene changed. I was now in a sterile kitchen with a lean man reminiscent of Archie, from the comics. He was telling me about how he had purchased an entire pail of pitch for his construction crew. While transporting it, he was pulled over by the police. They smelled the pitch--and then my alarm went off.
-Jack
There was some sort of party or BBQ going on at my place. Some famous comedian--can't remember his name--was there, and he told me about a concert. He said, "...if you like MSF (it was implied that he meant the Edgar Winter Group), then you should go to this concert." He handed me a flier. The bands listed all had the word 'Hell' in their name. Hell Yeah. Hellilah. Hellya. Helliyo. Tons of bands with hell in their name.
My girlfriend, after drinking the entire night, returned home. It was late, and we lived in a house I've never been in before. She was surprised that I felt let-down because she hadn't invited me to drink.
She brought a man home with her. Initially, I believed it to be a police officer, since he was yelling at her and questioning her about drugs (my girlfriend does not do drugs at all--or drink, for that matter). The man took her into another room and I overheard their conversation. He was strip-searching her for meth. When they exited the room, she was naked, but getting clothed.
I soon learned that his name was Robbity, and he was not a cop.
The man left, and the scene changed. I was now in a sterile kitchen with a lean man reminiscent of Archie, from the comics. He was telling me about how he had purchased an entire pail of pitch for his construction crew. While transporting it, he was pulled over by the police. They smelled the pitch--and then my alarm went off.
-Jack
Initial Post
Hello.
You may call me Jack. I did a blog about doodles a few years ago. It died. I don't really care. I still doodle, but I have too much shit to do to keep scanning everything. Maybe some day. Not today, though.
I just want to specify the scope of this blog.
Scope: Record my strange Chantix dreams.
Detail: I have smoked on and off for 13 years. I have tried the following methods to quit smoking:
Quitting smoking is more important to me than anything. It means my life expectancy increases, which is perfect since I intend to become a forest hermit in my later years. And my kids don't have to see me die in my 40s. Maybe my 50s or 60s, but I am okay with that.
The other times I was on Chantix, I had strange dreams. This continues. They don't make sense, and I commend my subconscious for formulating them. It is pure chaos and random. It amuses me. That is why I wish to record them in this blog.
-Jack
You may call me Jack. I did a blog about doodles a few years ago. It died. I don't really care. I still doodle, but I have too much shit to do to keep scanning everything. Maybe some day. Not today, though.
I just want to specify the scope of this blog.
Scope: Record my strange Chantix dreams.
Detail: I have smoked on and off for 13 years. I have tried the following methods to quit smoking:
- Cold turkey
- Nicotine patch
- Nicotine gum
- Nicotine patch + nicotine gum
- Nicotine patch + light cigarettes
- Wellbutrin
- Self-help book
- Hypnosis
- Vaping
- Chantix
Quitting smoking is more important to me than anything. It means my life expectancy increases, which is perfect since I intend to become a forest hermit in my later years. And my kids don't have to see me die in my 40s. Maybe my 50s or 60s, but I am okay with that.
The other times I was on Chantix, I had strange dreams. This continues. They don't make sense, and I commend my subconscious for formulating them. It is pure chaos and random. It amuses me. That is why I wish to record them in this blog.
-Jack
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