dream from this morning:
i was checking out some sort of metal barn in some neighborhood. the houses were tightly packed together. this guy was assuring me that this uninsulated pole barn would be a good place to have heavy metal shows. "not really, there's nothing baffling the sound," i told him.
next door was a bar in someone's backyard. it looked like a little log cabin. we went over to have a drink. i lost the people i was with and went up some stairs. at the top of the stairs was some sort of drug den. the place was dirty. a couple filthy couches and junk was spread everywhere. it was missing a wall on one side and the roof was completely gone. a former friend was up there. he greeted me and offered me a line to snort. i didn't want to get addicted, but i figured since i didn't pay for it i would do it anyway. i curled into a fetal position and took a nap as the drug took hold.
while i was nodding off, i could hear him talking about money laundering. apparently the money came from asian laundromats, and in turn, it was spent on high end star wars collectible toys (to avoid suspicion.) later i noticed a bunch of classic star wars figures encased in protective plastic in a tote by the missing wall.
after the drug had mostly worn off, another friend came up to get me. he said there was too much illegal activity and we needed to chill somewhere. he ended up handing me a small packet of drugs. the package was sealed and each drug was labeled and looked like a different chewable vitamin. there was a purple one that looked like a spaceship, a green one that looked like a coffin and one that looked like a ruby. another one looked like a quartz crystal.
we were walking and talking and i put the packet in another larger bag. the guy asked what i was doing and said the stuff was delicate. we opened my bag up and sure enough, some of the crystal looking drug had broken up into pieces. there were also broken pieces of dried banana chips everywhere. i couldn't remember if they were in the original packet or not. i put everything inside the original package. he handed me another smaller packet with only two drugs in it and told me that's what hunter s. thompson was on when he wrote 'fear and loathing in las vegas'. i put that one in my other pocket for safe keeping.
we walked back toward the original drug den location. the police had the place surrounded and were searching it.
then i woke up.
the end?
