More important:
How long can I think about them without having man-sized fleas appear in my wonderland and tupper wanting to keep them as pets?

Had another tupper related dream some days ago. It was 'realistic' in regard to Alice as she was also a tupper in the dream and only present as voice in my head.
The dream itself was unspectacular. I was in a 50s style fast food restaurant and waiting for friends that didn't show up. Apparently it was supposed to be my birthday party. Tupper said she'd rather go to the beach which we did. The 'beach' was a row of newly built wooden houses on sand, no water. Most of the dream consisted of climbing around on and in those houses and admiring the texture and feel of the wood which was quite realistic. Things eventually turned into my second favorite type of dream: low gravity
I love that stuff. Being able to jump and float over great distances until I slowly desced to the ground like a feather. Almost became lucid at some point as I was talking to tupper about said dream physics and deliberately slipping off a roof to enjoy the feeling of my hands and feet losing touch with the wooden surface and then clinging to a wooden beam with a finger. I knew something wasn't 'normal' but still didn't fully realize I was dreaming. Ah well, it was neat anyhow. Tupper doesn't remember though.

Did some more meditation today which worked fairly well despite my obvious lack of practice. Almost fell asleep and drifted off into hypnagogia. But nothing interesting happened. Still felt good.

Sounds familiar.
At least I suppose your indoor cat is reasonably clean.
Cat has fleas and is jumping and scratching like crazy. Will have to get flea drops tomorrow. Cat hates 'em and that stuff isn't really healthy but it works.

Will you blame tupper if things won't go well?!

I'll send her a hitman if things won't go well. I want my money!

In the mean time tupper is getting serial about that 'whipping stupid host-kun into shape' as December wasn't really productive in that regard. In fact the whole 2016 wasn't productive in any regard and Alice has made it clear that this will never happen again.

I had complained that tupper was too destructive instead of being creative but she responded
a) that's what she's best at
b) it was her job
and
c) in order to create something new, the old needed to be eradicated
In times like that I'm glad she's just in charge of reorganizing my life and not executing Generalplan Ost.

Ah, I love the monster I have created.
So I spent the last days throwing out a lot of unnecessary stuff I'd been hoarding for years but never could let go. But tupper knows no mercy. Gotta say it feels good and somehow liberating. Never would have gotten this done on my own. And it's just the Beginning. I dunno where this path will lead us though...

Being less of a faggot obviously. It's gonna be hard.
Tupperu on the other hand will have to come up with more viable alternatives instead of calling everything and everyone baka

Also there will be a monthly review of my 'progress' to see what I actually have achieved each month. First report about January will come in early Feb.

Other recent happenings:
It seemed like a good idea to start into the new year with an active forcing session on Salvia. Results were mixed, I did achieve a small effect and forgot where I actually was for at least a short time. Not completely different from a good normal forcing session, imagination was more vivid but there was much less control over it. I appeared to sit on a huge white arc stretching across some cartoonish wonderland. It gently swayed back and forth in the wind. Tupper was sitting on my right side and when I leaned backwards she held my arm so I would not fall off. Interesting, not unpleasant.

In reality however I was sitting on the floor and leaning against the christmas tree which almost tipped over. I've already stated that our tree is not some shrub but a giant twice a man's height and laden with tons of delicate glass decorations. It is, however, also cat-proof which really paid off. Nothing was broken but man, this could have ended badly.

That's why I never have done Salvia in relevant doses. I just don't have the padded cell for that and too much to break or kill myself with in my apartment.

Still I wonder if the neighbors enjoy this squeak, squ-squeak squeaksqueaksqueak in the middle of the night.

What about you?
I think I would have thrown cat and mouse out after half a minute.

Man, I hate these squeaky toys.
Some years ago the neighbours got their dog a 'squeaky' bone, but it didn't sqeak, it yelled like a grown man in pain. Really WTF? Who invents such shit? Sounded like someone being tortured in their garden. I mean at first it was really funny but after a while the noise was just horrible. Luckily the thing didn't last long.

Cat has the christmas tree as a toy with lots of decorations to bat around. Interestingly in all my life no cat has ever attempted to climb the tree though we always had huge ones, not some pleb-tier shrub. And by huge I mean more than 3m. But cats prefer to lurk underneath.