Weird Chantix dreams. in The Devil Beneath My Feet

I can't believe i forgot to write about these!!!!! I wrote the first one on facebook so luckily i was able to copy paste, but the second one was just this morning. The screwy dreams are the 2nd best part about taking Chantix, of course quitting smoking being the best part, but holy poop these dreams are awesome!

First weird Chantix dream:

I started out driving around in an old beat up pickup truck, I think it was actually my father's old grey truck. Anyway, driving down a long, seemingly barren road, I see Jason Voorhees hitch hiking. Holding his machete, wearing the blood covered hockey mask, sticky chunks of hair still on the machete, the whole 9. So I stop and pick him up. I have no idea why but in my dream I was like "I totally know who this guy is! Good thing I'm not a teenager anymore." He gets in, and we have the most nonchalant, easy conversation.

"Hey, thanks for stopping. I'm going to 15 lower mill road, just take me as close as you can." I glance at the dash clock. 3:23am.

"No problem man, i don't think i have anything else going on, i'll take you straight there. I see you've been busy."

"Well, when the idiots stop showing up to rut in my shed i'll stop murdering them! Haha, no, i'll still be murdering them, but it's the principle, you know? You know i haunt this lake, why are you coming here?"

"Bahaha well, what can you do. At least it's a hobby, right?"

"I suppose so, that's an awful nice way of looking at it, actually. It's this left, up here."

I remember saying, or maybe just thinking, "Whoooooaaaaaaaaaaaa..." We pulled up to the most beautiful, old, Plantation house. Rolling acreage in either direction, tall grass waving in the wind while the moonlight gleaned off it. There was a large willow tree in the front yard, and the gravel driveway made a big circle around it, so i parked next to it.

He turns to me and says, "Hey, i really appreciate the lift. I've got some cash in the house, i'll reimburse you for gas money if you like once i'm through in there, you're free to wander the grounds, there's a beautiful garden out back. Just be warned, once i get going it's kind of difficult for me to stop, so i may come after you if i see you. Just hang out outside, enjoy the view, i'll come out when i'm good."

"Pft, sure dude."

So I'm wandering the gardens and admiring the foxgloves and molesting the lambs ears, sitting on the railing of a big, beautiful stone gazebo with a copper roof and wysteria vines snaking up the pillars, flicking small pebbles into a fountain as the sun rises. Gorgeous. While i'm enjoying myself I can hear people shrieking, crying, in the house followed by an insane laughter and the repeated wet thuds of a machete making contact with squishy flesh. It doesn't bother me, I'm just appreciating the garden. Finally the last remaining screamer begins to sob "please" and gets cut short, I hear a few more wet thuds as a blade as long as my arm inevitably makes hard contact with meat and bone, and decide I guess i don't really need the gas money, besides, i don't want to become one of these silly kids. So I get in the truck, start it, and he comes running out of the house, arms raised with palms out in a "wait I'm not gonna hurt you" manner. So I wait, he runs up to my drivers side window, and says "hey thanks again for the lift!" And hands me a sticky, wet, red wad of cash.

He says "gas money. Take care!" And walks back to the house calmly. I drive away.

And then I wake up to Darby licking my nose.

Weird Chantix dream #2

When the dream started i was walking. I don't know where i intended to go but i was walking down a narrow beaten path along the edge of a field. On my left was forest and to my right was an enormous open field. I could hear crickets and all of those weird summer bugs you hear in fields, but what made it strange was that when i looked at the field, everything went grey. One shade of grey, everything was washed in it, but when i looked to my left at the forest everything was in normal color, if anything it was more vibrant than it normally would be.

I came to a gate, one of the big swinging ones you see on cow pastures, and just past the gate the path came to a T. So i went right, into the grey. I figured the colored side would just be more color and all of the same stuff i see every day, but i've never walked into the grey. Everything started out just fine, i kept down the narrow beaten path i was on because i didn't want to get bitten by snakes in the grass or deer ticks.

The further i walked i noticed i started to turn grey too. Started at my finger tips, and slowly went up my arms and turned the rest of me grey. I figured that's fine, it didn't hurt, i didn't feel funny, so what i was grey. The trail continued, and the further i walked i realized the shade of grey was changing, it was getting darker. When i looked behind me it looked almost white from where i was now, and when i looked ahead of me it just got darker and darker. I found an old grey stone building, crumbled to ruins, further up the path and decided to explore it. In there i found a watch, clearly broken, but the time on it said 3:23 which for me, is not surprising in the least(i'll write an entry about that someday). A moment after i found the watch a snake came down the broken stairs, from where i don't know, but he spoke and said "Stay a while and chat." I sat down.

I asked him his name, but he said it doesn't translate well. I told him mine, and he said he knew already. I asked how, and he said "I know many things. Names are just one of a million things i already know."

"You're awfully narcissistic for a snake, especially considering the company your speaking to. I could pick up that rock over there and crush your head under it, and then you wouldn't know anything."

"Would you prefer i play dumb?" "I would prefer you play polite." "Same thing." "You're an asshole." and the snake laughed. He said he had been called many things over the years but he can't remember the last time someone outright called him an asshole.

It was like a light bulb suddenly flicked on, and i realized who i was talking to. The grey around me was getting darker, but in waves, it was strange.

"You're not a snake, are you?" He stopped laughing. He turned to slither away, but i stepped on his tail. He turned around, slowly, and rose to meet me eye to eye. I hadn't realized how big a snake he was. Again, i asked him his name. He said, "I've told you, it does not translate." "From which language?" "A very, very old one that you would not have heard of." "How old?" "Millenniums." "So you're millions of years old." "I don't like you." "I'm beginning to like you very much, i think we could be great friends. Pronounce your name in this old language, i want to hear it."

And then my alarm went off.