I had a dream last night that may very well have been from someone’s former life. Every once in a while I’ll have a dream like this, and I awake wondering if a ghost gave me a glimpse of something they went through. Anyway, here’s the dream:
Out of desperation for money to pay my family’s bills, I agreed to transport a large amount of drugs from one dealer to another. The drug was cocaine, and it was handed to me in a large, plastic tupperware like container. I remember marveling at just how much of the white substance was in the container.
As promised, I transferred the substance to the dealer, and he poured it from the plastic container into one of his own, and then handed the container back to me, empty. I then left and drove around and around trying to figure out how I could dispose of the container, fearing that the police would trace it back to the drug dealers if I was caught with it. Finally, I made the decision to plant the container on an Asian guy that I apparently had a beef with (he appeared to be in a rival gang), and left the container in a garbage can at his restaurant. That’s where the dream ended.
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