F.U.B.A.R.
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Yeh, I know there's a dream thread somewhere but I'm a lazy bastard who cba to find it - so I thought I'd start another specifically for dreams about drugs.
My dream last night involved Steewith2ees. Me and Stee were teamed up to go and collect a load of coke for some Mr.big dealer. The meet went well and we picked up a sealed package that must have weighed about 2 kilos. We then drove back to Stee's flat. As soon as we got in I said "right, let's sample the goods then".
"No!" said Stee, "we can't do that".
Stee then buggered off to get a shower, leaving me alone with the goods. True to form, as soon as his back was turned, I was 'in like Flynn' (I mean in the coke, not Stee). Grabbed a blade, cut a slit in the carefully wrapped parcel and railed up a fuckin huge line. Rolled up a note and snorted the lot.
Now normally in drug dreams, I don't even get this far because something usually happens to thwart me from actually ingesting whatever it is im dreaming about. But not this time - I felt it hit my throat and sat back to wait for the buzz.
And waited.
And waited some more...
Ziltch. Fuck all.
Fuckin milk powder...
Then Stee came back into the room with a face like thunder and said "I know what you did".
"Wot?" Says I.
"I know what you did" he repeated.
"So fuckin what?" I said. "It's shit anyway..."
That's when I woke up.
My dream last night involved Steewith2ees. Me and Stee were teamed up to go and collect a load of coke for some Mr.big dealer. The meet went well and we picked up a sealed package that must have weighed about 2 kilos. We then drove back to Stee's flat. As soon as we got in I said "right, let's sample the goods then".
"No!" said Stee, "we can't do that".
Stee then buggered off to get a shower, leaving me alone with the goods. True to form, as soon as his back was turned, I was 'in like Flynn' (I mean in the coke, not Stee). Grabbed a blade, cut a slit in the carefully wrapped parcel and railed up a fuckin huge line. Rolled up a note and snorted the lot.
Now normally in drug dreams, I don't even get this far because something usually happens to thwart me from actually ingesting whatever it is im dreaming about. But not this time - I felt it hit my throat and sat back to wait for the buzz.
And waited.
And waited some more...
Ziltch. Fuck all.
Fuckin milk powder...
Then Stee came back into the room with a face like thunder and said "I know what you did".
"Wot?" Says I.
"I know what you did" he repeated.
"So fuckin what?" I said. "It's shit anyway..."
That's when I woke up.