Blonde can attest to the dream loss. I've been trying to smoke less habitually, but in the last year or two I've been a heavy smoker, my dreaming experienced has declined greatly. Although Blonde (and as of this moment I am taking a vow to speak about myself in the third person until AP returns) speculates whether or not we are still, in fact, "dreaming" (whatever the fuck that is, like it's normal), but our brain is compensating for marijuana use by not remembering dreams when we wake up.
If we have no memory of something, it may as well have not occurred.
As long as we are on the subject of dreaming, does anyone else have very wide-view, multi-perspective dreams about things like, civilizations spanning long periods of time and multiple generations, or situations that could very likely exist but that you have never even experienced before?
Example of a dream I had in the past 6 months that for some reason I remember: I was walking through a vast underground tunnel system, and it had the vibe of a well-funded post-apocalyptia bunker Like run by a benificent/semi-enlightened government or something. It was a mixture of both military and gypsy culture. A good portion of my night was spent exploring these underground tunnels --- some of it was nonsense, but I remember there being some sort of mission (which changed throughout the dream), at one point having to run and hide from, and possibly battle/wound a large monster (or otherwise enemy) within the tunnels, .
The dream later shifted to being a part of a military squad on a mission Saving Private Ryan style, except the tunnels eventually gave way to a sanddune-type environment. At one point some of us were griping about a long hike through the desert. Eventually, we arrived at a rather isolated desert mansion, where there was a husband, wife, and maybe 6-10 children --- it was clear they were very wealthy. I cannot remember what kind of deal they made us, but it had something to do with the side they lived on --- the side opposing us in this apparent war --- they were going to give us some information about them, or perhaps they were celebrities. So they needed to be protected until we could safely evacuate the family. In this lull-protection period, I experienced several perspectives of different soldiers and children of the household having bonding and humorous, and dramatic situations. It felt like a movie.
The social detail of the (as far as I know) completely fictional characters is really what creeps me out sometimes. They're all individual in ways that I can't even fathom imagining and writing about.
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