Mustangs and Adderall

Date: 6/17/2017

I am walking with my son "N" in a suburban neighborhood. It is daytime. The streets are very clean and the homes are pretty spread out with large yards. I notice a building that looks like a warehouse. We walk over to the building and enter. It looks like a showroom of some kind with only classic Ford Mustangs that are spread out throughout the warehouse and are all in pristine shape. Looks like they are a restoration type shop that also sells them. I begin to speak to one of the guys and explain that when I was 15 years old, my father purchased a '66 Mustang for me and we spent a year restoring the car (this is true). I give details about the car and even remember where we bought the parts to restore the car. The place was called "The Mustang Collection". (I am now 47 and had forgotten that name for many years). We converse about my Mustang for a few minutes and he pulls out a large binder that has schematics of the '66 mustang that I once owned. I look back to my son, and he is sitting in a high top chair, elbows on the table propping up his chin. He looks bored. The scene changes and my son and I are next to a wall in the warehouse. He is on his knees crying and telling me that he doesn't feel well. I ask what's wrong and he tells me that his friends mother had put adderall in his drink last night. His face looks like it has a rash and he is behaving very strangely. I stand up from where we are to call my wife and when I look back, my son is gone. I tell my wife what happened and she meets me at the entrance of the warehouse. We start calling for "N" outside but he does not respond or come to us. I call his cell phone and the ring is just one long ring with no breaks. Seems like it rang for 30-40 seconds. When he doesn't answer, we head towards his friends house where he had spent the night. As we are walking, I call him again and this time he answers and says "Oh, dad, the bed is so comfortable. I'm going to take a nap". The dream ends.