[Notes]: - Very vivid. - I wrote some rudimentary notes a while back, but now I can't remember that much outside of them. - The setting was rather all over the place; it was more like I was watching a movie with cuts in between than actually flowing through a whole dream. [Dream begins]: My family doctor had prescribed me heroin, and I didn't really know why (possibly depression?). I was supposed to shoot up once a day, every morning. My syringes came in these blue or black plastic containers in packs of 10 or 20. I had become dependent on it. In order to feel any sense of normality, I'd have to shoot up. On the first day of the dream, I shot up in the morning, but then started feeling crappy in the afternoon. I know I was only supposed to shoot once, but I just had to do it again. Thus began the cycle. The next day, I made it halfway through the day, then shot up again. Then again a couple hours later, and so on. At the end of the day, I realized that I had shot up five times. I realized I had a problem. The next day, I decided I would only shoot up once in the morning, as prescribed. I made it into the day a little, feeling relatively fine, and then I started to feel crappy. I had a HUD that had a happy meter that was like a battery, and it was nearing empty. I began to feel like my whole body was hurting, sweats, and fever. [Dream ends]
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