Opiyum
04-20-2007, 04:34 AM
Yesterday I had the second in what I hope is a long line of one recurring dream.
Truly the best dream I've ever had and could ever hope to have.
I was in a den of sorts. Imagine your average Cannabis shop in Amsterdam only everything being products of the poppy.
I seemed to take place underneath a restaurant near my house. In order to get into it you had to swim through the water and up into a cave. Only once I was in I was dry.
To the bone but it seemed perfectly normal.
Inside everything seemed to be completely organic. The room itself was alive. Nothing from the 21st century. No needles, bottles or pills. Nothing offensive to the eye. Everything breathtaking in a subtle way.
There actually seemed to be things that don't even exist in real life. Odd forms of tar. Different kinds of raw and cooked opium. Assorted tinctures. Dried pods lined the walls. The walls themselves possibly made from some mixture of pod latex and earth.
It was a dream so nothing was specific but this is the impression I got.
Specifically there are only two things I remember inside the den or haven.
One was me choosing from an earthen plate a light brown pile of tar. People watched as I took it from the vendors hands. We smiled. Them happy for what I had found and what I was about to experience. Me for the same reasons.
The second was the pipe that i then smoked the mesmerizing substance with. It was as if it were an ancient sailboat. With many levels, deck and a crow's nest but no sails. It looked as if it were made of balsa.
At the top of the vessel was a hole. Much like the slot on the top of a whistle. After not correctly using this strange pipe for my first hit I was told to run my finger across the slot repeatedly. Somehow this formed a stream of air that flowed out a separate pipe that ran along side the mouthpiece pipe that also weaved its way through the ship. The air caressed the pile of tar that was being lit by a bystander. When it began to smoke I quickly understood what I was to do next.
I inhaled deeply while I kept running my finger across the magical slot in the deck.
Unfortunately this is all i remember. I forgot most of it at work but lingered on it all day.
I didn't recognize anyone in this place that I was but when I think of that dream and when I woke up directly after it all I could feel and remember was an intense overwhelming and very calming happiness.
Contented.
I don't remember having this dream before but it felt so familiar. When I woke I thought of a time before that felt the same. Like it was a dream I had but never remembered until I had it again.
I'll be thinking of that place before I sleep for weeks to come I know.
I should have taken a few days to put this together. Haveing reread it I realize it doesn't do this dream justice. I mean....This dream has affected my entire day. Can't stop thinking about it.
Truly the best dream I've ever had and could ever hope to have.
I was in a den of sorts. Imagine your average Cannabis shop in Amsterdam only everything being products of the poppy.
I seemed to take place underneath a restaurant near my house. In order to get into it you had to swim through the water and up into a cave. Only once I was in I was dry.
To the bone but it seemed perfectly normal.
Inside everything seemed to be completely organic. The room itself was alive. Nothing from the 21st century. No needles, bottles or pills. Nothing offensive to the eye. Everything breathtaking in a subtle way.
There actually seemed to be things that don't even exist in real life. Odd forms of tar. Different kinds of raw and cooked opium. Assorted tinctures. Dried pods lined the walls. The walls themselves possibly made from some mixture of pod latex and earth.
It was a dream so nothing was specific but this is the impression I got.
Specifically there are only two things I remember inside the den or haven.
One was me choosing from an earthen plate a light brown pile of tar. People watched as I took it from the vendors hands. We smiled. Them happy for what I had found and what I was about to experience. Me for the same reasons.
The second was the pipe that i then smoked the mesmerizing substance with. It was as if it were an ancient sailboat. With many levels, deck and a crow's nest but no sails. It looked as if it were made of balsa.
At the top of the vessel was a hole. Much like the slot on the top of a whistle. After not correctly using this strange pipe for my first hit I was told to run my finger across the slot repeatedly. Somehow this formed a stream of air that flowed out a separate pipe that ran along side the mouthpiece pipe that also weaved its way through the ship. The air caressed the pile of tar that was being lit by a bystander. When it began to smoke I quickly understood what I was to do next.
I inhaled deeply while I kept running my finger across the magical slot in the deck.
Unfortunately this is all i remember. I forgot most of it at work but lingered on it all day.
I didn't recognize anyone in this place that I was but when I think of that dream and when I woke up directly after it all I could feel and remember was an intense overwhelming and very calming happiness.
Contented.
I don't remember having this dream before but it felt so familiar. When I woke I thought of a time before that felt the same. Like it was a dream I had but never remembered until I had it again.
I'll be thinking of that place before I sleep for weeks to come I know.
I should have taken a few days to put this together. Haveing reread it I realize it doesn't do this dream justice. I mean....This dream has affected my entire day. Can't stop thinking about it.