So on the night of 4 weeks quit I had my first dip dream. Early on I had crazy dreams where I'm wrestling bears n shit which I associated with quitting, but this dream was REAL! I was driving around with friends the whole time I had a Dip in. I Was telling myself to spit it out, get rid of it now you'll be ok, that I didn't want it, but for some reason I couldn't spit it out...just kept driving chewing until I woke up going WTF!... i was pissed I had just fucked up after a month, pissed I needed a new group, worst of all my days quit was back to 0.
I guess my sub-conscious still really wants a chew. Fortunately, when I'm awake I prefer to quit that dirty shit
Yea my first on was last week and it was terrifying as hell. As real as smashing your finger with a damn hammer. Most realistic dream I have ever had in fact. You keep your bad ass quit going Flyby and yes you are the boss of your brain although that may not stop it from screwing with you lol. I quit with you bro.
in my opinion. dip dreams will strengthen your quit.. use them as ammo and thank effin god it was just a dream.. going back and starting all over.. no thanks.. flyby check out the link on my signature.. I killed that friggin bear 297 day's ago, got one of the claws hanging around my neck.. what one man can do another can do.. peace
Wrestling bears and shit?
THAT. IS. FUCKING....AWESOME!!!!
I want to dream that. Instead I have weird dreams because of HBO and their constant advertising of "Behind the Candelabra". Don't even ask...
I had a "dip dream" the other day. It was dumb.
I was stopping at home because I forgot my driver (I was going golfing, I'm not some rich guy who can't drive himself around).
Anyway, I was about to go into the house when I realized I had a turd in my mouth. My wife can't see that! So...I take the stupid thing out and try to hide it in the cap of my spitter, which was a coke bottle. I couldn't just waste it and spit it INTO the spitter, HELL NO, it was kind of fresh still. So I squish it into that tiny little cap and put it in the cup holder with a piece of paper over it. You know, just in case my wife runs out to look in my car for some odd reason...she wont see it because I have a piece of paper over the cup holder. I'm one smart mother fucker. But then I realize I have a spitter sitting there with no top...OH SHIT, how do I hide that? I know, I will take it and slide it down into the pocket thingy on the back of my passenger seat. My wife won't notice that big bulge if she does come out to the car. Again, pure genius!!!!
Finally, I'm ready to go into the house to get my driver. But wait...I catch a glimpse of myself in the rear view mirror...SPECS!!!! Oh shit, I have nothing to drink for a proper flush, now what do I do???? Duhhh....run over to the neighbors and turn on their hose and start flushing my cakehole of specs. Of course the hose water somehow gets all over my shirt and shorts and I am soaked.
So here I am about to enter the house...soaked to simply get my fucking golf club. How do I explain this to my wife when she asks. As my mind frantically tries to come up with a reason...I wake up.
WHAT A FUCKING MORON.
This may have been a "dream" but I can tell you I have been in similar situations before, JUST LIKE THAT, in real fucking life.
Fuck dip dude. Shit tried to kill me, made me a liar to my wife, made me a bad father, a bad husband, a bad son, a bad brother, and overall just a bad example of how a human being should live.
Dip did not equal euphoria. We ONLY think it did. If it truly did, there would be no reason for us to be here. NONE. If I got a blow job and got to bang Kate Upton multiple times a day (sorry ladies), I WOULD NOT be joining some KKU (Kill Kate Upton) site. I'd wake up every morning at full mast and ready for action.
There's a reason we are here. WE KNOW. We know the damage this shit can and has done and we are tired of it.
WE WANT OUR LIVES BACK.
Take yours back my brother. We are here for you.
Sorry to hijack you shit, but I feel very strongly about this.
Stay Quit!
