Niko's Dream Journal #1 "Blue Crystal Weed and Chinese Opal"

TW: DRUGS (nothing serious/sad, but there are detailed mentions of nonexistent drugs) 

For starters, I started out my night totally exhausted and went to bed forgetting to brush my teeth and even put on warm enough pjs. Because of this, I ended up waking up during random points in the night, freezing cold. I knew it would be even colder if I got out of bed to get a jumper and pj pants, so I just cured up and hoped for the best.

The weird dreams I had because of this bizarre sleep pattern is what's leading me to start this dream journal series. My friends have told me I have very abstract dreams, so I hope you enjoy :)

Section 1:

The first thing I remember is waking up in my bed in the same outfit I fell asleep in, only difference being it was about 15 degrees hotter now. I'm sure if you're Australian, like me, you know the feeling of waking up during summer and it already being 26 degrees Celsius or something at 8am; it felt exactly like that. I got up and looked out my window to see a weird mix of little white clouds and MASSIVE dark grey clouds floating in the blue sky. I watched one of these darker clouds fly down from the sky into one of the power-lines but instead of it misting through like you'd expect, it bounced off it like balloon bounces off the floor. I just stood there for a moment in confusion and then decided to go tell my family what I saw.

 I went outside and our back garden was a mess (cloth and boxes strown every which-way). I was looking around on our little stone patio trying to see if anyone was out there but there wasn't a soul to be found. I was about to walk down the path that leads to the shed when suddenly A HUNTSMAN SPIDER CRAWLED OUT FROM ONE OF THE BOXES??? I was manically hopping around, trying to not get bitten (worst strategy, dream me) and it just kept circling around me wherever I landed. Keep in mind that huntsman spiders aren't aggressive, so it was likely freaking out too. My cat, Seraphina, showed up out of nowhere and starting playing with it while it kept trying to barrel towards me. I eventually hit it with a spare sandal and the terror was over (rest in peace, huntsman spider :,( )

Section 2:

(My dreams switch around frequently with no warning or transition, dream me often not caring)

Now I was in this modern townhouse in a room that resembled my brother's, only in here, there was a toilet??? I went downstairs (we have never lived in a house with indoor stairs) and there were a group of girls who were apparently my friends getting manicures. There was an older women and man there too, also getting manicures. They had set up fancy salon recliners in the centre of the lounge room and there was no other furniture (or rooms, from what I can recall). I told them I'd be 'back soon' and walked at the door, suddenly now dressed for winter in a coat and boots; my father was waiting outside.

 It was absolutely pouring outside and the temperature had dropped by about 15 degrees. We were walking through my old suburb and we suddenly appeared at our destination, an altered version of my local shops. The shopping strip looked run down (more than usual) and had new stores like a Baker's Delight and a weird, closed, barred up shop that only sold hookahs and various novelties. There were lots of people waiting outside the Baker's Delight, not ordering or eating, just waiting. We went the to 'pharmacy' nextdoor, which I had never been in before, but my Father clearly had. He went straight up the to the back counter and ordered two things, 'blue crystal weed' and 'chinese opal'. Blue crystal weed looked alot like blue quartz crystals except more vibrant; you had to rub them on your gums to consume them. Chinese opal looked just like blue ink and it came in fancy dropper vials you had to drop into your eyes. My Father order 12 containers of blue crystal weed and no chinese opal (despite ordering it). We walked home and both tried to avoid invisible spots on the path that we called 'the red'. I couldn't see them, but I knew they were there.

When we got home, he didn't come inside and walked off instead. I said hi to the family and friends who were still getting manicures and went to the weird bedroom/bathroom hybrid (which was now downstairs). Before I could to that, one of the girls stopped me and gave me two gifts, one dress and one bathing suit. I can barely remember the dress but I think it was pink, orange, and brown. The bathing suit was a one piece with frills that started with a sunset at the top, faded into a blue sky with trees and a beach, and ended with a dark starry night sky; it was all in a cute cartoon style. I thanked her, she kissed me on the cheek, and I went back to my 'room'. I sat down of the toilet (the seat was down, freak) and looked around. There was trash scattered around the room and an antique side table/dresser by the toilet had a bunch of chinese opal on it (despite us not buying any). There was a PH tester by the side and it said the stuff was good quality; I decided to take it. I lifted the vial above my head and spread my right eye open, index and middle finger making a peace sign. I could feel the drug's strength from this height, it burned my eyes like the smell of ammonia. Before I could take it, the dream ended and I woke up for the last time.

Analysis:

I have some ideas about what certain sections and ideas of this dream mean. The weather is obviously my interpretation of Melbourne's bipolar conditions. Blue skies in the morning, storming in the afternoon, 25 degree sunset, and a cold, cold, night. The huntsman spider is lazy reflection of fear of spiders (of course). The drugs are interesting though... Most of my family is on various medications for either chronic illness or mental illness, I'm the only one in the family who doesn't take any pills, serums, or supplements. They don't do hard drugs but they sometimes refer to them as drugs rather than pills or medicine. This bizarre dream is likely a signal from my subconscious of just how much this affects my mind. I've always had an interest in drugs, I'd never do them of course, but I find their psychological and cultural effects interesting. I'm also (not to brag) a very creative person, so coming up with new drugs in my sleep is pretty on par with me. I've been thinking about love and all that junk too, that girl kissing me is probably just my stupid little mandatory teenage obsession leaking into my dreams.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed.

If you have any theories or similarities between your and my dreams then feel free to tell me!! :)