Morphine

Date: 9/1/2019

I was at Mary’s house and I was lying on the couch. Mom was on the couch opposite me and and Mary was beside me. In my dream, I was confusing her for grandma for some reason. She was smoking this thing (it was like a flattened bottle cap with a mouth piece on it; really weird and not possible irl) and it looked like it had a dab on it, burning. So she offers me a hit and I take it. I don’t really feel much, but there is a feeling. So, she puts it up after she takes a hit and mom looks at me disappointedly. I shrug. So, I go into her room for some reason and Greg is in there and he’s expressing how much he wants me to stop using drugs or drinking or something. He prays with me to help me, I think. And then I think he or Mary gives me a bottle of morphine and I contemplate taking one. I walk outside to her car and I see a couple people I’ve never met and one person who I used to know (and who I now hate with a passion, it’s crazy.) I greet them and I offer to drive them somewhere in her car. I’m not sure if I showed them the morphine or if I hid it from them because they would steal it, but I remember there being a bad vibe attached to whatever choice I made. Then, two really nice cars pull up and it’s probably five people. They were really good friends in my dream, but I had no idea who they were irl. I smiled and said hi and they all went inside. My “friends” who I was gonna drive around seen how nice their cars were and started ripping the rims off and going through the insides of their vehicles. I was not having it and I told them to stop. They ignored me, of course. I went inside and warned them. And I knew they could take care of themselves, they were packing heat. And then, I heard someone firing guns and shit outside and they all ducked and was like “are they shooting at us?” And I was like “their bitch asses? No.” And then I went into the bathroom and I think I took one of the morphines cause I was feeling crazy good and someone came up to the window in the bathroom and asked me how to cook supper or something and I was showing them how you have to serve the right thing. There were these pastries on the counter and I showed him how the blueberry filling was only in the top and not throughout it. It was okay but not good. And I can’t remember the rest.