I fell asleep for 8 hours.
I woke up with a real sweaty neck. It was like really thick sweat, the kind that comes out detoxing. I am pretty sure that's all the THC or whatever that is stored in my system.
My neck is probably the tightest and stiffest muscle on my body, that and my shoulders, but they are connected to each other.
More importantly, all that sleep, and possibly my body rejecting a bunch of weed in body, let me have a really vivid dream.
It was weird, most of the time in my dreams I can't run. I can hardly walk. It's like trying to run in molasas. It was like my legs weighed 1000 pounds each.
Not this time. This time I was jumping and floating in the air. I was hovering a few feet above the ground.
I even saw the woman I fell in love with when I was at one of my many community colleges. I chased her around and talked to her and did the things I wished I had done when she had been around.
Instead I was just some shy nerd who was too afraid to talk to her in real life.
God, I'd never been so heartbroken. I didn't leave my house for a year practically. I almost killed myself on my motorcycle a few times.
I'm better now. She was the one that snapped me and made me realize I need to learn to be a real man or I will never be happy. I bought a motorcycle and told myself I need to become something women would be attracted to.
It wore off after a while and I ended up worse than before.
But the more I get even the smallest interaction with the female specieis, even just small talk on the street. You wouldn't believe how special small shit like that is to someone like me.
Man, the dream was great. I really wish I could have been friends with her at least. That's what I thought we were. Who knows. I don't understand women.
I woke up with a real sweaty neck. It was like really thick sweat, the kind that comes out detoxing. I am pretty sure that's all the THC or whatever that is stored in my system.
My neck is probably the tightest and stiffest muscle on my body, that and my shoulders, but they are connected to each other.
More importantly, all that sleep, and possibly my body rejecting a bunch of weed in body, let me have a really vivid dream.
It was weird, most of the time in my dreams I can't run. I can hardly walk. It's like trying to run in molasas. It was like my legs weighed 1000 pounds each.
Not this time. This time I was jumping and floating in the air. I was hovering a few feet above the ground.
I even saw the woman I fell in love with when I was at one of my many community colleges. I chased her around and talked to her and did the things I wished I had done when she had been around.
Instead I was just some shy nerd who was too afraid to talk to her in real life.
God, I'd never been so heartbroken. I didn't leave my house for a year practically. I almost killed myself on my motorcycle a few times.
I'm better now. She was the one that snapped me and made me realize I need to learn to be a real man or I will never be happy. I bought a motorcycle and told myself I need to become something women would be attracted to.
It wore off after a while and I ended up worse than before.
But the more I get even the smallest interaction with the female specieis, even just small talk on the street. You wouldn't believe how special small shit like that is to someone like me.
Man, the dream was great. I really wish I could have been friends with her at least. That's what I thought we were. Who knows. I don't understand women.