me. yep.
another crazy dream
this time it was cocaine. maybe because i was listening to clapton yesterday, or maybe because i’m destined to be famous, who knows.
i was in a nyc/gainesville fusion city, my friend meaghan hooked me up with a crazy amount of drugs, i complained to the manager in kash-n-karry about the price of caffeine free diet coca-cola while i hid from the police, and my dream finally ended in the bathroom of a church/my work/a movie theater.
sounds like a fun night.
in reference to the heroin
it’s either the dream crime fighting journalist or i’m already famous enough to consider a heroin addiction. one or the other.
this was in my dream last night. not sure why, but in my dream i got addicted to heroin and had to go to rehab. then i was solving mysteries. pretty sure that in my dreams i may be a crime fighting journalist who’s overly dedicated to his cover stories.
