Long lucid dream about wife doing drugs (hidden drug addict)

I’ve probably documented over 1,000 lucid dreams in the last 20 years or so, and here’s another one from this morning. To me, the most important part about this one is the hypnopompic hallucination stuff I note at the end.

Had a long dream — approximately 2:30-4am — about “my wife” doing drugs without me knowing it.

I starts with us driving in a seedy part of town. She had mentioned that she knew someone who could get us some drugs if I/we wanted to try them. We ended up getting something that looked like a small rock or stone.

Then as we’re leaving there’s a police checkpoint. We get stopped, we lie and say we’re lost. Of course that doesn’t work and we get arrested.

Somehow the police got all the lies out of her at the police station (this is the only thing I can’t remember, everything else was as real as me typing this). I’m in shock as this is happening, I knew nothing about her use of drugs.

As we’re talking to the police at the police station I start to remember past events — past dreams — and it turns out that every time “she had to go to work” late at night the last few years she was really going to do drugs.

In short, she’s arrested, they let me go.

As the male policeman is walking me out, I say, “Can I ask you a question,” and he replies, “Do you really want to know the answer?”

Ongoing hypnopompic hallucinations

The most important part is that when I wake up in bed gasping for air, with my heart pounding, and also wanting to throw up for the first time in a long time, there’s writing on the ceiling that I can finally read. Words are flashing on the ceiling, one word at a time:

  • nights
  • lies
  • drugs
  • trust
  • faith

and a few more that I could not read. The words got smaller as time went on until they disappeared. After I read the first several of them I didn’t care too much, because even though this was the first time I’ve ever been able to read them, I felt like I might throw up, and I wanted to get out of bed asap.

This part of the even was important to me because I have been having these hypnopompic hallucinations since just before the mass shooting at the King Soopers in Boulder, Colorado a few years ago, and this was the first time I have ever been able to read the writing on the walls or ceiling.

As I’ve written before, these types of visions that occur when you wake up are known as hypnopompic hallucinations. For me, they seem to be a side-effect of having constant and deeper meditation states than ever before.