I was just hanging out and at some point I drank. I was so devastated that I drank I couldn’t stop drinking. I felt completely terrible. I was in this stupid apartment and there was tons of food and beer. I had lost my clean time, and all I could do was look for more beer to drink. There was tons of food in the refridgerator but all I wanted was beer, well, I wanted another drug but beer was going to have to do at that time.
There was this special bridge that was being built. The Germans did it one way and then they rebuilt it in Amsterdam so that it could actually sustain fires and they somehow connected it to a train.
Then I was in the ocean and these people were giving us some kind of lesson about the water.
I was in some persons yard. I had deleted jon’s phone number but I remembered it and I called him to get some of what I really wanted. He was playing his normal games and I was devastated that I had blown my clean time. At one point or another I realized that I wasn’t going to get the shit from him so I thought about someone else. I walked around in a circle.
Back in the water I started doing flips. I really don’t know what they were trying to show us but I was accepted into their group.
Standing with the phone in my hand trying to get the shit I needed to let me be I started crying. I realized there was nothing I could do to get my clean time back, and I had just decided that I was going to use until I died.
I started balling in the dream and I woke myself up finally.
This should be a fucking advertisment for kids to not use drugs. Inner turmoil, chaos and catastrophe.