So my dream self has discovered heavy psychadelics

I have never used any drugs other than caffeine recreationally, and the only other drugs I’ve been prescribed are heavy painkillers for post-surgery recovery. Therefore, there’s absolutely no way my unconscious self has real knowledge of what ‘drugs’ do. Doesn’t stop it from making things up, though.

In my dream, I was watching TV and, for some damn reason, a religious program was on. It featured an old lady just sitting at a desk talking into the camera, like any number of cheap public access cable shows. Carved into the top of the high-backed wooden chair she was sitting in was a grotesque face, something that was over 90% screaming mouth and blank eyes. I thought “Hey, creepy face” and then the grotesque face was her face, and the coloring had changed. She had gained serious port-wine stains on her face that made it look like she had been weeping blood and her nose had darkened, making her look a lot like a shih tzu that had been weeping blood.

I got up and turned away from the bloody dog face woman and towards a full-length mirror on my wall. My mind somehow thought “Hey, if I were on shrooms and there was a Fasching mask on the mirror where my face would be, I would really freak out.”

Of course it happened. I began to scream in my dream and it was a while before I could fall asleep again.

My dream self was also once freaked out by drugs.

It was only pot. I was eating a steak and at one point I looked at it. You know how muscles are made of fibers? Looked at in the right light and in the right mind, they look like compacted worms. A whole thick steak made of compacted, long and thin worms. My dream self had to convince himself he was hallucinating. He was too proud to let his sensations prevail over his rationality. He was also hungry so he ate the worm steak.
And then I woke up and realized it was all a dream.

I had a dream that I dropped acid. I was expecting something awesome to happen, but instead there was just a large lens flare in the center of my vision wherever I looked.

I once had a dream where I got my hands on some acid, took it at home, and was lying on the couch tripping in the middle of the night. Then I woke up, and I was lying on the couch **not **tripping in the middle of the night. It was really … trippy.

Scotoma.
Vision clear.
I hear a cry of known.
Curse be known for me to bear.
You’re all that I have to hold and share.
Nothing can put me down.
The life I left behind me.

Bhayanak Maut, Blasted Beyond Belief