A couple of days ago I had a dream that, well I don't know the right descriptor for it. I don't remember it very well now. I just remember I was living in a third story apartment with its own stareway on the outside of the building, I think it was in a city. In the dream there was this weird drug that was popular, it was mixed with donuts and snack cakes. I don't remember what all it was supposed to do but I do remember it gave you improved reflexes and strength. In the dream I tried some. I don't remember anything else about the dream.
Last night I had a sequel to it. In the dream I was going home and I leapt half way up the stairs to the apartment and stumbled, I ended up falling down a couple. My body was sort of shaky like it gets when your muscles are exhausted from too much exertion. There was a girl there and she saw it, she cornered me about it and scolded me for using the drug. She asked me how long I'd been taking it and I told her I'd only done it once and that it had been a few days ago, I also told her that the side effects weren't going away after the first day like they were supposed to and I didn't know why. I don't remember anything after that.
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