Heroin & Chapstick Hearts

I am in the bookstore, near the back by the records. In walks Shane, this guy who's mum owns a store down the block from us. He's looking strung out & half dead, and these two junkie-lookin' types are with him. He nods at me, and tries to hand me a package. I shake my head - I don't want it. So, he puts it on the ground, kicks it so it slides right in front of my feet, and says "If you don't keep this safe, you're fuckin' dead." Him & his goons leave. I quickly pick up the package, and look at it - it's wrapped in brown paper, and has crystally sparky green stuff adhering it closed. It's kind of squishy, and right away, I peg it as powdered drugs. I realize that it's heroin, don't ask me how, I just know. I am totally freaked. It's within my realm of consciousness that I am now solely responsible for keeping these drugs safe, away from hard, out of the limelight... and that if I don't, whoever they belong to totally knows I have them, and is holding me fully responsible... my life is on the line.

I know that they have chosen me because I will protect these drugs completely, and make sure that they will be returned safely, with none missing. I am freaked - I don't want to be associated with these, and I curse myself for being so responsible. I realize that I have to get out the bookstore, before somebody realizes that I have them in my hands, and associates them with me... or god forbid, tries to take them.

I leave. I am with two girls that I know, and trust completely. We're driving in an small, grey, and older model car. They're talking rapidly between them, and looking at me funny. It's then that I realize that they know what I have, and I get a weird feeling that they are going to try & take it from me. So, I make them pull over, I punch one of them to get them all weirded out, and run out of the car. I lose them in a neighbourhood, and then end up in a gravel parking lot underneath a huge overpass. Dust is being kicked everywhere as I run from post to post, the burden of my responsibility wearing so heavily on me that I feel like my chest is caving in from panic. I get down on my knees by one of the pillars, and I frantically start digging a hole. The gravel & the soil part like warm butter, and I scoop it away until I have created a decent sized hole. The package is now wrapped in a plastic grocery bag, and I throw it in the hole. I pack gravel around it, and the end of the bag still sticks out. I shove it into the ground, and kick gravel over it until it looks like I was never there. I take a chapstick out of my pocket, and draw a heart, a big heart in gooey, greasy chapstick muck on the bottom of the pole above the heroin package. And then I run.... I don't even know where I am, but I end up in the back yard of what I imagined Mike Smith's house looked like when I was younger.... or maybe it was what it did look like, I can't remember if I was ever really there or not.

Someone has a book that they're not supposed to have. It contains secret information, and I start freaking out, trying to destroy it. I start burning it, pouring water on it, tearing it, trying to destroy it. A little tiny man comes & tries to interfere, tries to take the book out of my hand. I pick him up by his legs & shake him back & forth until I realize that he's made out of greyish-white rubber, at which point I beat him against the wall. I toss him away, screaming & run out of the yard.

I wake up - the alarm clock has gone off, panicky to finish the dream I try to go back to sleep, but have a lazy sex dream... I will never know what happened to the package... it's still buried under the overpass I suppose.