A Dream

by slog

Posted to Stories on 2003-03-27 13:44:00

last night i dreamt somebody loved me”

-the smiths


Last night I dreamt I was a large metro, on a lake ice fishing. I know some of you probably don’t know what that is-here in the north we drill holes in the ice and fish threw them. Oddly enough it usually doesn’t occur in large cities. Now I walked out to the middle of the lake a large group of off duty police were fishing jamming out etc…

I don’t like pigs. But apparently I was friends was this group. We bullshited for a bit–along the coast I saw an old boss of mine-a very good looking slick black man from Brooklyn NY who had been transported to Mpls about 5 years ago. He liked the quiet.

Now the police(who were all white) flashed their lights on him-but I distracted them and he went on his way. Eventually I left my party and went to the shore-we there was a crack house-we will call me good looking black friend tony–he threw me a large rock out and said it was mine. It looked like crack cocaine; but apparently it was heroin.

The next part of the dream I recall was the next door-i did the same distraction I went to house and he threw a rock. I asked how much he said “I was going to charge $25-but $20 is alright.” There was at least $100 worth of drugs there so i was content.

I went to an apartment house, my old katie (slender short german looking sister golden hair surprise) who has been sober for several years and all reformed etc…was staying. There was a bunch of conference table filling the place up. I broke the rock on table and it was green in the inside-I thought it was heroin it looked like crack and smelled like pot-what a dream?

We had no way to smoke it-so i went next door to get some tin foil so we could chase the dragon-remember I haven’t used with this girl for 4 years and don’t really think of her that often.

He brother answered I opened the door. He was on the bed in a tiny studio apartment with a broken leg and some kind of pump delivering drugs to him. He had some needles without syrienges but the parts to make them workable. I remebered how much I had shot with Katie and I was no for two reasons==too much work and fear of massive relapse. I rummaged around the cupboards-no foil was too be found. Finally Katie’s brother Colin (still in bed very sick) said it was in next little part of the apartment, hanging above the wooden entry way( you know old brownstones and the walls coming in to somewhat divide the ‘rooms” i looked around i couldn’t find it. Finally I found it on the wall hanging by two nails. I grabbed a large sheet of it and walked off (then I awake-its always a bummer when you wake up before you cum or get high isn’t it?)

there was more weird dreams but i have to get to class


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