My dream last night was weird.
I was in a sort of post-war Canada and Stephen King had created this "haunted" cocaine that one could apparently never break the addiction. The cocaine came in cylinders, so I had crammed them up my nose until it started to bleed. Then I had the idea of crushing them into bits and snorting them that way. After doing so, this guy I knew from Jr. High and High School came (I never hung out with the kid and havent seen him for over a year now) and he told me that what I was doing was stupid. As soon as he left, I stopped using the cocaine and Stephen King got mad.
I stood up and started walking to McDonalds when this girl (whom I also went to Jr.High/Highschool and hadn't seen in over a year) grabbed my hand and I started giving her a piggy back ride over the McDonalds, where we ate there and apparently she said we were dating now. I went back to a tent inside of a busy military base, with blackhawks flying over head constantly. It ended with me in the Jasper Gondola lobby with 5 other people confused as to how we got there. Then I woke up.