The Dream Journal

I'm entering a large parking lot area. I'm in a convertible with a friend. I notice we're in Los Santos when he yells out "We're in Los Santos, baby!" A prostitute comes up and my friend ask her where to buy drugs. She takes us to a little boy who is selling pills. Is he selling his ADHD medication? The prostitute takes the pills and the kid whispers something to her. The little boy turns into a little girl and the prostitute says the little girl is turning tricks to sell the pills. The prostitute says the girl has an infected vagina. The girl shows it to us and it is indeed red and infected-looking.

I'm in a house owned by a young couple at night. They are people I know from work. They ask if I'm getting wasted on a Friday and I say I'm not. They are drinking beer and invite me to join but I want to keep our relationship professional.