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Drug molecular structure.

I was in a dark room with a couple people. Someone asked me if I wanted to try shrooms. I said okay and they handed me a purple ball... I guess those were the shrooms. We came to a table wher we were contsructing molecules. We were trying to construct the DMT molecule with these tiny spherical building blocks.

My unborn daughter?

I'm in a cloudy area with a giant golden gate. A white man approches me. "What is this place? Am i dead? Is this Heaven?"

"No, you're not dead. I'm saint peter there's someone here who wants to talk with you."

I realize Sam's guide is behind me. A 12 year old girl approaches me. She looks like a cross between me and Sam. "Daddy Daddy," she says. "When can I come to earth?" she asks.

"I don't know. it's all up to your mother now. She's stuck in an unwanted marriage where it could be violent for her to escape. Plus she needs a visa and a passport not to mention loads of cash... that could take months... even over a year. But so far she's shown no willingness or strength to change her situation..."

Sam's guide starts crying. The daughter looks sad. I turn away from them and wake up.