I was at the
beach burn in
Assateague. There was a small
copse of trees on the beach with one enormous tree in the center. I couldn't see the top of the tree. My
boyfriend said there was a platform at the top, and that we should go up. There was a
secret way to get to the top, which I now
don't remember. People, some of which I knew, and some that I didn't, were in the tree in a series of rooms. His
roommate was
in bed with a
terribly skeezy guy. This upset me. My boy
dissappeared with some girl, and all of the sudden, I didn't know anyone. Then some guy sat down in the middle of the floor and started
shooting up.
Anything relating to heroin makes me very upset. This guy wasn't just shooting up either, he was repeatedly
stabbing the needle into his arm. I fled to a corner and started
screaming. I
cried and
screamed my boyfriend's name, but everyone ignored me. I could hear people in the other room laughing. I knew with my
dream sense that he was
fucking that girl. I
closed my eyes and screamed until I couldn't any longer, but he
never came back. When I
opened my eyes, the skeezy guy was trying to convince my boyfriend's roommate to have
tantric sex with him.
There was more, but I don't remember...