10 - Dreaming, High.

I had a bad dream last Saturday, February 23, 2013. It weird and strange. My dream was pertinent to drugs. I don't know why am I dreaming about that. It was the second time I dreamed about my brother addicted to drugs.

What happened  in my first dream was my brother and his friends were renting an apartment in our old house. They used that as their drug laboratory. There was a pipe inside the apartment that produces smoke of drugs. One day they become wild and the smoke coming out from the pipes were going strong. One of their neighbor went to their apartment to find out what was happening but he was caught. The neighbor was place in front of one of the pipe and his hair was slowly melting because of the chemical. His skin was rapidly peeling and then he went unconscious. Many soldiers were coming to their apartment and they panicked. My brother's friends runaway and he was left with the body of their neighbor then I came to help him. I opened the window and there was a floating ship waiting for us. We board the ship with the body of the neighbor covered with white bandage. He looked like a zombie but we did that because his body might unravel. While we our sailing in the air we were castaway in a paradise and the moment we landed fairies were coming for us and then I woke up already.

The second dream went like this. I was painting on the table and under the table was a pipe with a bulb like cover. While I was painting I moved my feet because I'm tired already then my feet bumped to the pipe and the cover was removed so I look at what's inside the pipe and I found out that it was full of shabu. Our eldest sister told me to return it immediately because our my brother will get angry. I returned it but it wouldn't fit until my brother was home and he saw me holding the cover. He was so mad and wild because of the effect of the drugs. We all of us started to runaway from him. we went to a hotel then back to our old house. we kept on running so he could not chase us. We climb all the way up to the roof but before we reached the roof my sister was caught already. My mom was tired already so we decided to hide inside a small room. We covered ourselves with a plywood so my brother would not notice us. But we were caught. He used again our house to be his drug laboratory and he invited again his friends. My mom didn't want to runaway because she was worried about my brother. We look so gory as well as the place. Everything was full of violence. Then one day I went insane so my mother decided to escape. He told my brother that we will go to the market to stole some food so my brother allowed us. While we were going through the road my mother sight a huge truck carrying armored men so we hide in an abandoned house til I woke up again.

I do not understand why am I having about those thing. It's creepy because it is about my family and it is involving drugs. I din't know where these dreams are coming from.