Vortexia's Secret

this is the recurring dream.

in the dream, a professor gave our class an assignment to buy cocaine and take it. talk about a fucked up assignment! so i went to this place where they dealt it... it was a long, rectangular one-story building that probably used to be a business at one point. strangely enough, they had 3 sailboat hulls (or maybe they were canoes) sitting around the building. one on each side that didn't face the sidewalk. the one near the entrance was bright yellow... hardly a good way to disguise their business. so my dad drove me there and we drove around the building once. then we parked near the yellow sailboat and i walked over to the lookout. (he and all the other people i met later seemed to be caribbean for some reason.) he and two other guys were outside the door smoking cigarettes, looking as though they were just taking a smoke break before going back to work. the lookout started walking toward me, and i told him i needed to buy some cocaine. so he had me walk up the long wooden incline to the door. it opened onto what looked like a waiting room. there were 3 haggard addicts sitting in chairs, and they all looked like they were going through a hellacious withdrawal. one of them was an older woman who had a little toddler playing with a tonka toy at her feet. he looked like he hadn't gotten bathed in at least a week. a little boy of about 10 or so came out of the hallway to indicate that i needed to come with him to get the cocaine. i went part way down the hall with him, and then he went ahead of me into what looked like a young children's sunday school classroom with bright colors and those snap together slide things, got the cocaine baggie, came back out to me and made the exchange. i remembered thinking that was the saddest thing ever... they had little children involved, and they shamelessly combined that kind of work with kids' toys. i left with the baggie and went back to my dad's car and we left.

in the first dream, i was scared shitless, but i did as i was told and did the cocaine. in the second dream, i told my dad i didn't want to take it, and he wasn't so thrilled about me having to do any of this. i think we consulted with my mom about how to get rid of it, and ultimately i think i just dropped it into a trash can on our drive home. then oddly enough, during that dream i decided that the next time i wouldn't do anything. i wouldn't go to the drug dealer, i wouldn't buy it, nothing. so there you go, bizarre dream.