I dreamed that it was early morning, not dark but before sunrise, and I was
driving over the hill with Amity. Or was it twilight? It was both at the
same time...my confusion on this echoed throught the dream. I was in my car,
which is sometimes reluctant to acknowledge the brakes...At the top of the hill
was this little tourist village. There was a diner, a movie theatre, a fancy
restaurant, a bunch of knickknack shops, and two stores that were like
sporting goods type stores. As I came up to the top, there were cars parked
in marked spaces on the road, and I hit one of them because I mis-estimated
my speed going around a turn. My right headlight broke, and the parked
vehicle (a black Isuzu pickup) got its bumper skewed about a foot to the left.

I drove away and parked somewhere else. Amity knew who owned the truck, it
belonged to a geek (but not a real person. Some short blonde whose name I
can't quite remember. It was short and exotic and it was her login too) who
worked in one of the stores. The store in question was closing, and we
couldn't find her. I wasn't sure I wanted to. I wandered off and looked in
all the shops. I ended up in a room like a locker room. There were a couple
of guys there who seemed to be making a drug deal, so I left. I tried to
find my car, but got lost. I did find the theatre though; it was fancy and
expensive, decorated in blue. It looked more like it belonged in Century
City than at the top of the hill. I ended up on the side of the complex away
from hwy 17. I didn't know where I was at all, or how to find my car.

Then I realized I was dreaming, and was pretty relieved, because it has been
almost 3 years since my last accident and I could use the lowered insurance
rates. So I went back to the car and was bitterly disappointed that no,
I had not been dreaming, there was the smashed headlight, and somewhere in
there Amity was telling me no *way* was she letting me drive back to Santa
Cruz, not when I couldn't even tell if I was awake or asleep...

I went back to look for the girl whose truck I had hit, and ended up in the
locker-room-type place again. Ducking under a low doorway, a felt a prick
in my scalp. When I looked, a syringe had been taped up there by one of the
guys I saw earlier, and I had just injected heroin into my head. This
displeased me immensely, as I was not in the mood to be languid just then.

the dream suddenly fast-forwarded to the next morning, when I was talking to
some waitress at one of the diners. She told me that I had gotten hm, I
think the name was Alessandro? I had gotten his attention last night (it was
because of the drugs, but she didn't know that) and she was surprised he
hadn't killed me. I went to talk to him (his place was across from the
diner), and he seemed friendly enough. From what we said I concluded I had
shot up more heroin that night and that was why my dream had fast forwarded --
I had blacked out.

Amity had found the girl who owned the truck and it turned out she had noticed
the bumper but hadn't thought it was a big deal. I was glad because I didn't
want my insurance rates to stay high because of a dream. Or was it a dream?
I was very confused when I woke up and I still haven't gone to check my car.
I don't seem to have any needle tracks though