And The Beat Goes On

If you've ever used drugs for any real length of time, you're going to have dope dreams. Last night it was my husband, all messed up, staggering everywhere, his focus in a million places at once and me dreading all the things that go along with that. I had dope too, and a pipe, no lighter.  Then I had a lighter, two pipes, more dope and he wasn't there anymore. The entire dream I want to get high but I don't want anyone to catch me or see me getting high. Room to room, situation to situation, still the dope is in my hand, the lighter in my pocket and he's given me a pipe so loaded it's brown on the inside, even though it's no longer than a cigarette butt. I never did get high. I never do in these dreams, the lighter is breaking, the pipes are falling apart, the dope never gets smoked.  I don't know how many of them I've had but the only one that I almost got high in I was shaking so bad trying to light it, everything was shaking ou...