When I come down off of meth, the first night of sleep is dominated by dreams that are either a) fucking bizarre and which I wake up from feeling almost “locked in” or something, or b) just normal dreams, like the sort or vivid dreams I should be having as a normal human.

I rarely have dreams, at least ones which I remember having when I wake up, when I’m high—and I have such an insane tolerance that I can smoke and go right to bed.