Dreaming, and you

Given up Pot eh, what happened Alec...you were a Pot lover for many years, Pot and sexy feet. :cool:

I smoked pot for more than 20 years, and shortly after Christmas I decided that that was long enough.
I also gave up on tobacco (which was harder) and alcohol (which was the easiest of the three).
Abandonning these addictions has changed me completely. I have become more serious, more assertive, more talkative and my ego, which was already huge, has become astronomical. It is now the size of a small galaxy and rightfully so.
The foot fetish has gone as well, I'm happy to say. In fact, I have no interest in sex at all any more, and celibacy works wonders for the mind.
I would call it: freedom. No more shackles. alec feels great.
 
Given up Pot eh, what happened Alec...you were a Pot lover for many years, Pot and sexy feet. :cool:

I smoked pot for more than 20 years, and shortly after Christmas I decided that that was long enough.
I also gave up on tobacco (which was harder) and alcohol (which was the easiest of the three).
Abandonning these addictions has changed me completely. I have become more serious, more assertive, more talkative and my ego, which was already huge, has become astronomical. It is now the size of a small galaxy and rightfully so.
The foot fetish has gone as well, I'm happy to say. In fact, I have no interest in sex at all any more, and celibacy works wonders for the mind.
I would call it: freedom. No more shackles. alec feels great.
So you became boring. Good job.
 
Wumbology, I get this sometimes. Do you ever realize it is only dream money WHILE dreaming? That happens sometimes, I usually wake up right after making that realization. On a philosophical note, I wonder how concious I really am, in the dreams where I think "this is just a dream"

Alec, I'm on my 15th year, although I never was in the habit of drinking by myself, cus that is such a slippery slope. Lately tho, I have come to realize that in some periods, I am always clearing my throat, always coughing, and this hippie-pothead mentality of weed being absolutely unharmful is beginning to step aside. I have cut tobacco down to 1 cig a day, and I am trying to cut my weed habit in half. I know, I'm not ready to take a complete farewell with it yet, but with the increased periods of no weed, I am coming to a slow realization that it isn't so bad. Still, for now, a puff once a week is my weekend. If I quit cold turkey, I have nothing to replace it with.
 
If you quit cold Turkey, you could move to warmer regions, like Southern Italy or Brazil.

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Given up Pot eh, what happened Alec...you were a Pot lover for many years, Pot and sexy feet. :cool:

I smoked pot for more than 20 years, and shortly after Christmas I decided that that was long enough.
I also gave up on tobacco (which was harder) and alcohol (which was the easiest of the three).
Abandonning these addictions has changed me completely. I have become more serious, more assertive, more talkative and my ego, which was already huge, has become astronomical. It is now the size of a small galaxy and rightfully so.
The foot fetish has gone as well, I'm happy to say. In fact, I have no interest in sex at all any more, and celibacy works wonders for the mind.
I would call it: freedom. No more shackles. alec feels great.
So you became boring. Good job.


Well, it did take him 35 years or something.
Maybe we should congratulate him on that.

Or maybe not.

I guess not, 'twas alec after all. RIP
 
Do you smoke pot on a daily basis? Do you like women's feet? Are you an alcoholic? No? Then shut the fuck up, pipsqueak.
 
Given up Pot eh, what happened Alec...you were a Pot lover for many years, Pot and sexy feet. :cool:

I smoked pot for more than 20 years, and shortly after Christmas I decided that that was long enough.
I also gave up on tobacco (which was harder) and alcohol (which was the easiest of the three).
Abandonning these addictions has changed me completely. I have become more serious, more assertive, more talkative and my ego, which was already huge, has become astronomical. It is now the size of a small galaxy and rightfully so.
The foot fetish has gone as well, I'm happy to say. In fact, I have no interest in sex at all any more, and celibacy works wonders for the mind.
I would call it: freedom. No more shackles. alec feels great.
So you became boring. Good job.

"Doctor, How do I life longer?"

"Quit smoking, drinking and sex"

"And thats how I will life longer?"

"No, but it sure will feel like you do"
 
I was just about to correct it! I swear!

Also, I really cant remember the last time I had a dream. I am sure that I do dream, I just dont remember them after I wake up, sometimes like moving pictures or a glimpse of it. But nothing really substantial. I had quite a few nightmares in the past, but it was quite a harsh time back then. Considering my love for the Bizarre and Surrealism, I guess not remembering can be a good thing!
 
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I understand quitting drinking and smoking... (congrats btw, specially tobacco) but the foot fetish? I didn't think something like that "went away".

Maybe it's like how Howard Stern describes anal sex: "for the young".

@Zegh A puff once a week is hardly a habit worth contemplating. For me it's either all day every day or nothing for months on end. I wish I could have the willpower to find a happy medium.

Back to dreaming, I find I do have at least one recurring theme. Old friends or co-workers pop up in my dreams a lot. Even people I didn't know that well will be like best buddies with me while going on dream adventures.
 
A puff once a week is hardly a habit worth contemplating. For me it's either all day every day or nothing for months on end. I wish I could have the willpower to find a happy medium.

I basically smoke as much as I can afford, typically one week on, and one week off. "Once", because I am quick to finish what I got, maybe a weekend, and I'm out. I'm on disability, well, not yet, but soon, what I have now is not quite, so I am perpetually broke, and it is sometimes easy for me to go "fuck it", and live another week on bread and water, so to squeeze out a bit more for weed. Pathetic :D It is that which I want to curb. Smoke a bit more sensibly, and have more money left over.

And yeah, speaking of dreaming! :D Me and a friend we try to coordinate our "shopping", we're in the same boat, and since we both know weed muffles dreaming, and we coordinate our habit, we will both "hint it" to each others when it's time for another shopping trip "My dreams are getting a bit hectic lately." "Yup, mine too."

And yes, my dream-subconcious doesn't care whom I really know, and whom I don't, I've had all kinds of people appear in my dreams, posing as family, friends, etc. Hell, just a while ago "Little Robot" showed up, obviously, I don't know the guy at all, and he appeared as a huge black guy with a biker-beard and long rasta curls... Makes sense, dream! Makes sense as always!

See, this is why I don't want to try to "interpret" my dreams.
My mother is very new-age, and she likes to think dreams have static, universal meanings. As if cosmos knows what is "nice" and what is "mean" etc, and when I was young she'd send me and my brother to a new-agey guru type, who would talk with us about our emotions.
A turning point was when he asked my brother what he had dreamt that night, so he could interpret it - and my brother decided to hold nothing back, and give this man his first ever absolutely uncencored dream: "Dude, I dreamt long gray beards grew out my mothers ass. Now. What does that mean?"
And can you believe it? The guy did not find ass-beards anywhere in his little dream-book
 
Given up Pot eh, what happened Alec...you were a Pot lover for many years, Pot and sexy feet. :cool:

I smoked pot for more than 20 years, and shortly after Christmas I decided that that was long enough.
I also gave up on tobacco (which was harder) and alcohol (which was the easiest of the three).
Abandonning these addictions has changed me completely. I have become more serious, more assertive, more talkative and my ego, which was already huge, has become astronomical. It is now the size of a small galaxy and rightfully so.
The foot fetish has gone as well, I'm happy to say. In fact, I have no interest in sex at all any more, and celibacy works wonders for the mind.
I would call it: freedom. No more shackles. alec feels great.

That's very wonderful. I feel the very same, as I am also in the same state. In fact I have only on a handful of occasions ever drank beer or hard liquor, only ever took one hit from a cigaret and have never taken drugs.

Some would call it boring, I would call it a lack of mental restriction.

If ever I am tempted to do anything, or am lacking proper healthy activities I simply repeat the words "Self Control, Self Discipline." to myself. With that mantra I have improved upon an already nominally healthy lifestyle and am now doing daily exercise routines. I have also become even more extremely addicted to tea.


I understand quitting drinking and smoking... (congrats btw, specially tobacco) but the foot fetish? I didn't think something like that "went away".

Well I don't know about Alec, but for me personally I have left behind 3 fetishes. 2 of them closely related. And they are far less socially acceptable to name than a foot fetish so I shall leave them at that namewise. But it's not so much that I am no longer capable of being aroused by it, I've simply ignored it succesfully without it pulling at my desires for a long time now. If I see a good picture or vide involving them I will simply have to choose not to watch it, and fight the arousal that might appear. It's not too hard for me personally. And it's not like my fapfood is that much more wholesome. ;)
 
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