This dream, really vivid and lucid, tried to forget about it like the other dreams but it was just too much, too similar to other parts of half forgotten dreams i've had and half remembered. Started out with an old friend, best friend from when i dormed in town and really started getting into the drugs. We were all there, those other friends of his in their group where everyone's known each other and knows everyone's shit because they've been through about a decadeof public schooling together. It was at night, and dark. Supposedly this was his house but i got the feeling that we were all trying to keep from stirring anything up. Everyone moved about mechanicly and made noises around me while i followed my friend as he showed me the way out. It was really round about and each new room we went into got darker and darker. Just when i was about to be impressed by how much of a mansion this guy was living in, i noticed three things had changed. My friend's face was getting sadder, the shadows were moving all about the room like a bunch of freaky demonic ghosts, and the love of my life was right there next to me, following along as we got to the room leading outside with all the shoes spread around the floor. My friend dissolved into the shadow ghosts as they began to bleed blackness that seemed to fill into the corners of the walls and roof, somehow making the room smaller and smaller. My love had been smiling blissfull the whole time, while i was growing more and more freaked the fuck out. I couldn't get my shoes on my feet, and the more i struggled the worse it got. The friend was gone and the love's smiling figure was getting closer to the door, although she never stopped with that smile that was not helping me to feel any better.

Then it took a strange turn, yet felt much more familiar, at first. It felt like we were walking down the isles of a florencent 24-hour supermarket, the usual winding down activity for our drug nights. I was with a friend and a stranger. I talked with the stranger as we took our time down the long rows of goods and he revealed to me that he was not human. I would never be able to even comprehend his existence, something close to an angel. The wayhe attempted to described things though i got a closer picture of him, as he stood a full foot taller than me although never looked down, as some kind of a machine built by a super advanced race of god-like beings who's only purpose was to surpase all understanding everwhere, sent from millions times billions upon trillions of galaxies away having seen it all in between. In a strange way it made me feel less alone, rediculously flattered and significant that i'd even have an attempt made at understanding by this thing no one could possibly ever understand. Then we got into his car. I was in the back, a friend sat in the passenger's seat, and the stranger drove. We pull up to the bech where our other friend was waiting for us. He had a lot of boxes and bags with him. The stranger passed by him slowly then sped up and kept going. I saw my friend, he stood up and looked very sad. I pleaded with the stranger to go back, but he didn't understand. I grew histerical, and burst into tears trying to convince him to change his mind as my friend riding shotgun remained silent. The stanger kept driving fast. He turned around and laughed at me, pointed his index finger at my heart, and made me realize how easily he could end me. With tears filling up and overflowing, i told him to do it, and i meant it. I started straight at him while he gently poked me, saw that i didn't flinch and was disappointed. Then his demonic smile lifted and the indifference that had earlier characterized him returned. I was sill crying. I woke up crying. I'm crying now remembering it.