I quit smoking weed a few years ago and the dreams were so crazy and life like. I kept a pen and paper by the bed so when i woke up i could write them down. Like one i had where the world had ended and tankers had ran a shore at the beach and zombies were everywhere. I had a shotgun that ammo was filled with acid. Not the kind that burns but the tripping kind. And many more. I ALMOST started again to stop just to get the dreams again. Almost that is.