FriendlyFace

~75 mg time release 5-htp
~.5 mg melatonin
Flash - your brother is at your apartment and you go out to buy beer but the store only has one beer left.
Baseball - you are playing in a baseball game with a bunch of little kids (somewhere between like 6-13). this is at a field at a school that feels like a cross between two schools near your house in the US. No buildings to speak of though, just the field. You are horrible, can't hit the ball at all or throw. I remember a few at-bats and half innings in the field. when you are at bat you can't hit the ball and are actually frightened of hitting the little kid pitcher when you swing because he's standing so close. You realize that if you were able to make contact with the ball you'd be able to hit it really far relative to the size of the baseball field, which is really small. There's another guy your age on your team. You tell him that when you were these kids' age you were on a team that never won a single game in two seasons (true story). after the game you're sitting in a convenience store (probably the 7-11 on falls), waiting for your dad to pick you up. At this point for some reason you realize that you no longer go to school, but I'm not sure why. A young blonde woman walks in who is clearly really fucked up, it looks like heroin or a high dose of some other opiate. She buys a bag of rolling tobacco (a brand that you don't recognize), and you ask her if you can roll a cigarette with it. it comes with these wierd little filters that look like band-aids. for a while the 7-11 turns into a bus/train thing, and you're sitting there with the blonde girl, who is still really messed up. You roll one and use one of the weird filters, even though in reality you never used filters. After you roll it you realize that you stopped smoking cigarettes a month ago, and put it in your pocket. The 7-11 is a 7-11 again. You decide not to wait for your dad and to walk home, because your house is, after all, only like half a mile away. You are walking home along falls road and there are kids from the high school everywhere, because their school has just let out or something. While you were at the 7-11 it was nighttime, but it's changed to day now. As you are walking you decide to smoke your cigarette. you pull a pack of cigarettes you've never seen before out of your pocket, the pack is blue but the cigarettes are called (some dream brand) reds. in the pack are two cigarettes that look like cloves or something, and your hand-rolled cigarette. You are surprised to find this pack of cigarettes in your pocket. You take the cigarette you rolled and smoke it as you walk. as you are walking you meet your high school drama teacher, who is walking with his children. you talk with him for a while, and tell him about the baseball game. you express your chagrin that you were unable to hit the ball, and he comments that you never were. The road seems to end right where you are going to turn off it to go up the hill. just before you turn off of falls you see a guy playing guitar and children singing along. he seems to be recording it. then the dream ends.