My dreams are getting more intense. Last night, I dreamt about my mother and my sister. I don't remember much of the details. We were all shooting dope from an IV bag full of a purple liquid. My sister said she was done and quickly sobered up. The rest of our family was on the other side of the door, waiting for us to come out. But my mom wanted one more shot. We tried to take the bag and needle from her but she fought us. Her eyes were wild and she resembled someone I didn't know. We were terrified. She started stabbing me with the needle, trying to find a vain but they were no good. My arm was full of holes and ugly markings. She found a large vain on my wrist and I begged her not to shoot me there. She did it anyway and went too deep. I held my arm in pain as it poured blood. Then she did herself so quickly we didn't see it happen. The next thing we saw was her lying on the ground with foam coming out of her mouth. The purple bag was still attached. We argued and blamed each other. She started convulsing. Everything is hazy after that.
Somewhere in the night, I had another dream. I was searching for one of my old roommates. He became a big time drug dealer and rapper. Somehow, I got to his huge house where everyone was out back. The layout was amazing. It was a huge pool with stones to walk and sit on placed in random parts of the water. There had to have been at least 150 people there. I felt out of place and couldn't get his attention. I spent most of the dream trying to talk to him. I still don't know why I was there.
I hope these dreams stop soon.
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