The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts
Dream of:13 September 1990 "The Old Church"
Duff was sitting across from me at a table, telling some fellows also sitting at the table about hallucinogenic drugs, including several different types of LSD, which Duff planned to give to one of the fellows. As Duff described the drugs, I posed questions about each one, and I asked Duff if I could have some. Duff gave me a portion of almost everything, including some LSD on a piece of paper, and a half of a white tablet of something else.
I told Duff that I now lived in California, and that there was no LSD where I lived; or rather, the LSD was available, but I didn't know how to obtain it.
After consuming all the drugs at once, I sat back and waited for them to take effect. As my expectations grew, the room began to seem as if it were inside achurch. I thought I was probably not actually in a church, but was simply beginning to feel the hallucinatory effects of the drugs. Perhaps I was going to have a religious experience concerning God and my relationship with God. At least I hoped I was going to have such an experience.
As I waited, I picked up a book which resembled something the writer Carlos Castaneda might have authored. When I opened the book and tried to read it, I had acute difficulty focusing on the words. However, I was able to make some sense out of most of what I read. Finally, still reading the book, I stood up and walked out of the room.
I understood the book was describing a mystical system of beliefs. The section which I was reading, however, seemed quite logical and devoid of mysticism. The logical section seemed to mirror my current life and my own mind-set. However, I wasn't interested in reading this section. I wanted to hurry to another part of the book, an unrealistic section which would describe the kind of mysticism which I hoped to experience with the drugs I had taken.
As I read, I began to feel as if someone were walking beside me, and either from my reading the book, or from a conversation with the person, the subject of doing things for other people arose. I reflected how I was only concerned with myself, and the only person for whom I ever did anything was myself. But clearly, in the mystical system I was reading, the key to the system was doing things for others.
As I continued reading, I also realized the book was describing a place very close to where I was. The book said some dead bodies had been thrown into a pit in a nearby rocky area. I immediately decided I wanted to see the pit, and I began walking in the direction of the rocky area.
As soon as I reached the rocky area, I saw I would have to ascend a rather steep rocky path to reach the pit. It appeared that a large crater was at the top of the trail, and that the dead bodies would be lying at the bottom of the crater. If I would mount to the top of the path, I would be able to stand on the rim of the crater and gaze down to where the bodies were lying.
However, as I began climbing the treacherous path, the ascent became steeper and steeper, until finally I was afraid I was going to tumble backwards and injure myself. Concluding that I wasn't going to be able to reach the top, I began gingerly backing down the path. I made a mistake, strayed off the path, and soon found myself hanging onto the side of a cliff.
From where I dangled, I could look below me; a huge animal was standing not far away. I couldn't distinguish the animal clearly, but thought it might be a buffalo. I could simply let loose and drop to the bottom where the animal was. It wasn't a long drop; I could probably fall without injuring myself. Finally I let go, fell, and fortunately landed safely intact.
As soon as I hit solid ground, the animal walked up to me; it was actually a large brown longhorn bull. I was worried the bull might try to attack me. When it suddenly lunged at me, I seized both horns, one horn in each hand, and wrestled the bull to the ground. I was unsure what I was going to do with the bull, but at least I kept myself from being hurt.
My mother and I were in a house together, talking about the fact that I had taken the hallucinogenic drugs. I didn't feel good about having consumed the drugs, and I wanted to end the experience as soon as possible. However it was still quite early in the morning, and I had only begun to feel the effect of the drugs. I was also concerned because I was supposed to contact Carolina later in the day, and I didn't want her to know I had taken the drugs. My mother agreed I should first finish my drug escapade before contacting Carolina.
When Carolina came to the house, she realized I had taken some drugs, but she didn't seem terribly upset about it. I didn't want to discuss the matter with her, but I told her I didn't take drugs often. I explained, "Its better if you wait ano y media."
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