Dream – 3/4/10

This dream felt very scary and real. I was in my friend’s dorm, and we were smoking DMT. I took a hit, and blew it into my friend’s face, and he died. Then cops came knocking, and I jumped out of the dorm room and started running. In one sense, it looked like I ran quite a long distance, but it felt like I only ran a short distance. For some reason I couldn’t run fast, and I could feel the cop coming up on me fast. He caught me, and then the rest of the dream was me talking to various people about what was going to happen. For some reason, everyone I talked to was very supportive and reassuring, including my parents, lawyer, and the police. They said everything would be okay, and I was thinking I might to go jail for a year or two. But that long was terrifying to me. I also kept thinking about how this wasn’t a dream, and I was really going to jail. For some reason, the feeling that it was not a dream was very strong, and even when I woke up, it took me awhile to realize I was okay.