So tonight I finally had a Dip dream if you could call it that. I vaguely remember being in a bar setting amongst a group of guys I didn't know. They started talking about dip and passing a can of the shit around. One of the guys asked a couple of chicks nearby if they had a spitter, of which they said no and walked away in disgust. They continued passing around the can of lip shit, taking huge pinches from this neverending can and stuffing it in their mouths. The can finally made it around to me and I just stood there holding it, watching all the guys around me spitting nasty brown ooze.
At this point in the dream you would think I would follow suit and put a huge fatty in my lip, but instead I handed the can back. As I sat at the bar sans dip, the guys began asking me why I didn't take a dip so I told them why. I began to tell them about a friend of mine who died from dipping after only three years of using it.(I didn't really have a friend die just part of the dream) The more I told the guys about this friend of mine, their moods suddenly began to change and started to look nervous. However, just before waking up and having finished telling my story, not a single guy spit out their dip, but instead kept filling up bottles with grim looks on their faces.
So as I am writing this and thinking about what this dream meant, I realized a few things. First I didn't give in to the nic bitch during the dream, so I have nothing to feel guilty about. The second thing I realized is that no matter what we tell people, whether it be they are going to die if they continue using it, or their dick is going to fall off if they put another chew or cigarette in their mouths, some would still light up or crack open a can. Its sad but thats how bad an addiction really is. A person will do anything, risks or no risks just to get a fix. It was a weird dream but I just thought I would share it.
