Did they test these on mice....
Back on the patches again and yet another attempt to give up the ciggies. But this time time Im wearing the uber strength ones. Apart from feeling light headed and forgetful for some reason - like on Tuesday after going shopping, I put all the frozen meat into the cupboard instead of the freezer, until Loz rectified my mistake a few hours later when she arrived home - I thought I would try leaving on the patches overnight while sleeping, which I usually dont do. I have heard a few stories about people having nightmares while doing so, so I thought I would check it out for myself.
Anyway the first few nights were nothing strange, dreams about the fishing boats and crown casino weren't that exciting, only I was finding I was remembering the details of them alot more. Keep in mind Im someone who doesnt remember my dreams.
Anyway come the z's Tuesday night, I was in a field at night sitting on a wooden scaffold out in the open. Then out of the long grass these wolves appeared and started circling it. Although they had bright red eyes and and looked like they were blood hungry lucifers, they were infact people I used to know - to be precise ex-girlfriends. Anyway I didnt escape the scaffolding tower and sat there like a little bitch. I woke up disturbed to say the least. Something going on subconsiously there.
The next night I dreamt I was a professional footballer playing in the world cup against Brazil. OK this is more like it. But no, I wasn't playing for Australia because I was wearing a bright blue basketball guernsey and was speaking French. The only other players I recall being on the field with me were Kaka and Ze Roberto. They too were speaking to me in French, not Portugues. Then I noticed a beer tent at one end of the pitch instead of a net - it was filled with priests. I also had a big nose and hairy chest. In fact, Im not sure if it was even me. I woke up feeling like I just ran a marathon.
Then finally last night I was in a dark room at Area 51 with no table or chairs. Anyway this lady enters the room and tells me she is head of intelligence. So happens to be a female collegue I work with. Anyway she said she was taking me to my new job and starts walking me down the hallway. Next thing I knew I was doing my new job at Area 51. And what kind of job would Adchopper be doing at Area 51 - mapping distant star systems gathered from recovered UFO's, working with the leading minds of our generation on anti-gravity combustion engines? No I was a fucking janitor. I was cleaning the kitchen area and scientists kept throwing lettuce at me. I woke up soon after depressed and ready to snap someones neck.
Anyway, no more patches while sleeping for me, frankly I preferred not remembering my dreams.
Anyway the first few nights were nothing strange, dreams about the fishing boats and crown casino weren't that exciting, only I was finding I was remembering the details of them alot more. Keep in mind Im someone who doesnt remember my dreams.
Anyway come the z's Tuesday night, I was in a field at night sitting on a wooden scaffold out in the open. Then out of the long grass these wolves appeared and started circling it. Although they had bright red eyes and and looked like they were blood hungry lucifers, they were infact people I used to know - to be precise ex-girlfriends. Anyway I didnt escape the scaffolding tower and sat there like a little bitch. I woke up disturbed to say the least. Something going on subconsiously there.
The next night I dreamt I was a professional footballer playing in the world cup against Brazil. OK this is more like it. But no, I wasn't playing for Australia because I was wearing a bright blue basketball guernsey and was speaking French. The only other players I recall being on the field with me were Kaka and Ze Roberto. They too were speaking to me in French, not Portugues. Then I noticed a beer tent at one end of the pitch instead of a net - it was filled with priests. I also had a big nose and hairy chest. In fact, Im not sure if it was even me. I woke up feeling like I just ran a marathon.
Then finally last night I was in a dark room at Area 51 with no table or chairs. Anyway this lady enters the room and tells me she is head of intelligence. So happens to be a female collegue I work with. Anyway she said she was taking me to my new job and starts walking me down the hallway. Next thing I knew I was doing my new job at Area 51. And what kind of job would Adchopper be doing at Area 51 - mapping distant star systems gathered from recovered UFO's, working with the leading minds of our generation on anti-gravity combustion engines? No I was a fucking janitor. I was cleaning the kitchen area and scientists kept throwing lettuce at me. I woke up soon after depressed and ready to snap someones neck.
Anyway, no more patches while sleeping for me, frankly I preferred not remembering my dreams.