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Really not sure where these two dreams fit in with each other, but they're all I can remember from last night

In the first dream I'm in my friend Moo's room from his old house. In my mind we're in his dorm room in college. But anyways in real life I get drug tested for marijuana because I got in trouble with it, so in the dream when a bong is passed to me I pass it right along. Moo then takes out a syringe and I ask "is that heroin?" and he says "yes" then shoots some into his arm. I turn around to look somewhere when he pokes me with the needle, so now I'm "high" off of heroin. I've never done heroin so all I can really base feeling high off of is through weed, so that's what feel like in the dream. Moo asks me if I feel anything but I just sort of brush off the question as my eye sight becomes very blurry and wobbly. All of the sudden I'm outside in a very open backyard with a bunch of small dogs. These dogs are wrestling and running around as my point of view is right above them. Then I can feel my body as I'm laying on my back in the backyard. Moo and someone who I believe to be his dad are standing over top of me asking if I'm alright but I'm non responsive.

The second dream had some other part to it, but this is when I start to recall it. I'm standing with a large group of people in a wooded area. This thing in front of me sort of looks like a log flume but with cars. It's a path that starts as a bridge over some lake but then goes up over a hill. The path is full of water and has railings on both sides to keep cars from falling out. Someone makes a joke about how I can't drive my car since in real life I can't drive until February. So I forget that comment and jump in the log flume and then start to walk on the railing. I don't know what happened right after that but then I'm in a group of people in a very gray area. I think it was raining but I just remember making a joke and having these like 10 people laughing at it, and I remember famous artist Imani Blair was there too.

So this is my first ever dream that I have actually written down, sorry its not well written I couldnt recall everything so here it is:

I dreamed I was doing heroin with my friend mike it didnt feel like the first, It started out with mike but then he turned into my friend tyler I could almost feel the heroin (which I had never done heroin before in real life)There was another girl with us I dont know her but she thought we were gunna smoke weed tyler had said to her "Dont worry this is the last time" When I noticed mike was now tyler I said "woah I thought you were my friend mike" In real life I am not friends with tyler I actually thought about it in my dream. It was a weird looking needle like it wasnt normal and the heroin was already in it. And then moments later I woke up. The dream took place in a car and the girl had fallen asleep streched out in the back seat Tyler was in the drivers sear and I was in the passanger seat. I almost postive this dream started off in my bedroom on my bed but then we were suddenly in a car when I looked at her laying in the backseat.

01-08-11 I am not really there. In the dream I have a pure observational role, which happens rarely to me.

There is a man hanging head down from a construction site. He is hanging from either ropes or elastic bands used for jumping. Below him his a city scene. There is a square of grass surrounded by a road on either side. Trees are surrounding the square between the grass and the roads.

The man is holding a crowbar, a black one. It is unspecific daytime. The man drops the crowbar, not deliberately, but he does so to laughing amusement from his co workers and himself.

I wait and listen out for the metallic clunk from the crowbar hitting the pavement. It doesn't happen. The view is zoomed towards the ground where a kid wearing skater clothes is angry. He isn't hit, but he is holding the crowbar in his hands and he kicks out towards cars.

Next up also on the ground is the man's son. Who is no more than 3-5 years old, skinny and wearing white underwear. He tells the camera (my point of view) that he is just heading over to the heroin tent. As he turns around and start walking over there he explains that it is the lunch area of the construction workers including his dad.

His dad and co-workers actually explains that there is nothing like a heroin shot during break times.

Notes: Really strange not being in a dream, but only observing.

Good morning, everybody. I'm glad it's the weekend.

I remember two dreams from last night.

Dream #1

I was on the second floor of an art museum. The floors were set up to be wide open, with tall ceilings. The floors were dark concrete. I could see down to the first floor from a weird-shaped cutaway.

The art was all sparsely placed. It was all like sculptures made out of different random items. Some stuff was tall and hanging from the ceiling. Other stuff stood alone on the floor. Other stuff was on the walls.

I don't remember the name of the exhibit, but I remember it struck me as very edgy and interesting, like something about global pop art by some oppressed group of people.

I was then down on the first floor, possibly in front of the cash register at the gift shop. I was with a woman. We were talking to the cashier, a very pretty woman.

She was telling us something about how this exhibit traveled. The way she told us made it sound like Europe, Japan, and the US were all situated in three layers, one on top of the other. I saw all three regions in my mind's eye as pieces of geographically-shaped plastic, one stacked on the other.

Dream #2

I had either taken heroin or had it injected into me. I felt a little warm and dizzy. I walked around in a bedroom and then went out to a living room.

The room was dim and yellowish, as if bright sun from outside were blocked by thick, beige curtains.

I knelt before a bed and rested my arms and head on the bed. A tall, skinny, white man with slightly tanned skin and blue eyes sat on the bed.

He looked down at me and said, "Did you take the heroin? Yeah, I took some, too. Only thing is, now that you've taken it, you'll see that you can't stop. Sure, you feel fine now. But wait till it wears off. You'll be screaming in pain."

I was afraid. I didn't want to be addicted. But I couldn't even remember how I'd gotten the heroin in my system. I remembered some vial of amber colored liquid. It had been injected into the space between my shoulder and neck.

I thought, Well, maybe I won't be addicted. After all, the guy said I'd feel really good and then really bad. But I don't feel really good. I only feel normal, maybe just a little bit warmer than usual.