Last night a dreamed a friend was in a rehab and I went to visit her while her group was out somewhere. We then decided to walk back to the facility to see if they would let her go to coffee. We walked through some strange alleys and found people who wanted to share cigarettes with us. As it turned out some were joints. I accidently lit one of the joints and put it out. About the same time another friend showed up and was stoked about the joints. Then a strange turn of events, this latino woman was mad about the joint being lit but not smoked, as I tried to talk to her a bunch of gangsters in low riders showed up and started chasing/hunting us.
We all got separated.
And I ended up hiding.
Sad.
Alone.
And no coffee.
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