Author: tinydancer

Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 11:16 pm

^ I got to a blue belt in karate. Many moons ago.. My Dad made me, he wanted to make sure I could kick some ass. LOL

So.. using dreams. Want to hear my recurring "using" dream? It has a back story and everything. Goes something like this:

(This is real life, not a dream..)
I think it was 2003, my husband (boyfriend at the time) and I just had dinner with my Dad and parted ways with some take out, Thai food to be exact. On our way home we stopped to re-up and get our high on. Between the dealer meet and our house, we got pulled over. I had a gram of dope in my pocket when I saw the lights behind us. I reached in, pulled it out and very slyly slipped it under my floor mat, in front of me. In hindsight, this was pretty dumb but I had to think quick and I was pretty young and not experienced in these types of situations. So, I "cleverly" put the dope under my passenger floor mat and place the take out food back on top of the mat, between my feet, where it had been before. We get pulled over, not just by any cop, but by a K-9 unit. WHAT! I couldn’t believe it..

So, I guess we looked like we were up to no good? Officer asks if we have anything in the car, we say no, course not.. blah blah blah. He says "great, do you mind if we let the dog search the car?" Again.. WHAT! Um.. I guess so. We get out and they bring the dog over.. Dog goes in and does his things.. nothing around the car, nothing in the back seat.. Dog starts acting all weird near my passenger floor mat.

Dog barks and squirms a bit.. cop is interested in what’s happening. Then, dog gets distracted by my Thai take out!! WHAT?! I kid you not.. dog started to dig at the take out bag (sitting DIRECTLY ABOVE my heroin) and the cops pulls back on the dog to bring him out of the car. To this day, I think the dog totally smelled our shit, but the officer-handler-whatever assumed he was acting naughty trying to eat our leftovers. The officers apologized for ruining our take out and let us on our way. WHAT?!

So.. my dream.

My recurring dream is that I wake up from my sleep and remember that I have a gram of dope under my floor mat. It feels so real. I am walking to my car, opening the door, going under the mat.. and ta da!! There it is. Because this all actually happened, it is a double mind fuck. It always takes me a minute to snap out of this one. The others I can handle now.. this one is different.

Anyway, that’s the first time I’ve ever talked about this particular dream. Wow.