A dream that I had sometime in the early 90s. I think I had this dream 3-4 times.
I am in a house in a small middle-class neighborhood in south Louisiana. There are lots of pine trees in the yard. Inside, the house is dimly lit. The are a dark red, burgundy, I think. Dark curtains cover the windows. People are smoking all around, though I cannot smell the foul odor of nicotine. There are many rooms in this house. In one of the rooms, several people are shooting pool. As I go further into this house, everything in me is screaming to turn around and leave.. but I cannot. I have to find her and save her before it is too late. As I enter deeper into this house, I am soon horrified. People are performing all kinds of carnal acts. I cannot see what they are doing, yet I KNOW what they are doing and they don't seem to care that there is another person among them. Finally I enter this room that is barely lit. People are passed out all around, on everything and anything possible. I start examining the faces, hoping to find HER. Praying that it isn't too late. Finally, I see her. She is so out of it and when I try to help her stand, she is as limp as a rag doll. A man soon approaches and tells me that she belongs to them now. That I must say my good byes and leave immediately.
My heart is broken. This is my best friend! How could this horrible fate have happened to her? I lean down and whisper in her ear, "It isn't too late, come with me". She looks at me with glazed, vacant eyes.
This is where I would wake...
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