(Entered in paper journal at 9:10 AM at Starbucks at 1st Street and 7th Avenue in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
It was night. I was in an apartment building, at least ten floors up, I'd guess, with my sister (?) and "her husband." They were doing something suspicious. At first I couldn't tell what it was. Then I figured out that they were shooting heroin.
For some reason I had gotten the idea that my sister and "her husband" were having a hard time taking care of their kids. Now I only wanted to expose them so their kids could find safety.
My mom came to pick me up. My sister and I were out in the parking lot. At first I wasn't going to say anything. We were getting into my mom's vehicle (which looked more like my sister's SUV in waking life, except a little smaller). My sister got into the backseat. Something about her seemed a little bit like my friend R.
Now I felt like I absolutely had to tell my mom about my sister's and brother-in-law's heroin use. But as I was telling my mom I could feel that "R/my sister" was going to stab me in the back of the skull.
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