I had a dream the other night that was exceptionally vivid. Of course, I rarely remember my dreams and, when I do, I never remember much of them. However, this dream left me with...a lingering feeling. I cannot say exactly what feeling it left me with, but it was there. While it was not a recurring dream in the sense that I've had it before (that I remember), it was a recurring setting and feeling. It took place at a dream-world-distorted version of my old house in Georgia, where I spent most of my childhood years. I've had this same dream-world-distorted setting before, but the theme of the dream was much different. Anyway, this dream seemed to revolve around me trying to get enough privacy to smoke some crystal meth. Given my history with the stuff, this really seemed to affect me even after I awoke. It was like I was in a sort of life or death game, but the rules are always different. And this time I believe I had the sense that if I did not get a hit of the stuff soon enough, then I would lose this mortal game. The last incarnation of the dream was more along the lines of me seeking privacy there for fear of death. I guess it is the same theme, but wearing a different face. I just thought it was crazy, because it seemed so real. I woke up with the brief sense that I actually had some crystal meth on me. To my dismay, that quickly subsided into reality.
The End.
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