Drugs in an Airport

Date: 10/28/2016

I find myself traveling solo. Destination unknown. First stop was to a barista. Must get some coffee into my system and I added a pastry because why not? As I'm paying for my bill the girl taking my cash slips her one hitter into my hand with a fresh bowl. Even though there are customers behind me. I smoke it and give her a fat tip. As I'm sipping my coffee walking through this giant airport, I notice a pipe on the floor by the trash bin. I reach down and grab it. It's a new glass pipe, stubby but with a large bowl. I slip it into my coat pocket, reeling with my good fortune. Next stop, the restroom. I set down my bags, take off my coat, slip my dress off so that I'm only clad in my boots. The bathroom door opens, apparently I'm in the men's room. Even though this is an airport, there are only two stalls. Two young boys exit the first stall, mouths agape at my nakedness. I'm mildly embarrassed but brush it off and relieve myself. I believe that I said something smart because they exited in a hurry. As I am washing my hands, a young man, emphasis on young, exits the second stall. I am still naked and for some reason I let him stare at my body. He clearly was just snorting blow so I asked him if he had anymore. He said that he'd give me a bump for a kiss. I enter the stall with him, straddle him, and begin to kiss him. I ask him, "How much blow would he give me for a fuck?". That's when I awoke. My feelings regarding the dream: I felt free. Free and alive. Traveling to who knows where and who cares. I was escaping my life. Having a journey. Feeling lucky that drugs were just gifted to me or easily obtained. I also felt extremely beautiful and confident. Odd point. All the characters involving drugs in this dream were adolescents. Probably not even over the age of 18.