Please for the love of god do not smoke a hepa filter, that is such an insanely bad idea.
I spent about a year homeless… I’ve seen people turn absolutely everything into rolling paper for a rollie, spliff or joint. Newspaper, pages from a Bible, napkins…
I haven’t had a dream I remembered in years, but I do distinctly remember a dream I had as a kid.
Some… Dr Suess book? Features basically an animated, living pair of pants.
The night after I read it, I basically had a horror movie dream (hadn’t seen any horror movies yet)… basically I tried to open my dresser and get ready for school, the pants burst out of the dresser, knocked me over, and I ran through an infinite hallway with the pants chasing me.
In summary, my Freddy Kruger is a pair of jeans.