Dreams are often a reflection of reality. Sometimes we have to think deep of the reality the dream resembles. Today I had a weird dream; we were 4 guys living in a weird apartment that has only one room and connected to a small living room with no bathroom. For some reason I was the only one who is not a drug addict among them but I was their only source of drugs.
One of them, happened to be my best friend in the dream, asked me for the best drug in the market. I gave him two pills, a red one and a blue one. I told him choose one, they are both a very good drug but I don’t know which one does what. He took the red one and went crazy, and because I have a job to do somewhere I had to lock him up with the other guys in the room, who wants 3 drugged up guys around?
I came back to find out that my best friend, who got the pill, died of overdose. I only left for a while but it seems the drug was so strong it looked like he has been there, dead, for days. It looked like his mouth and eyes have been bleeding for a while, for blood was dry.
I took him like I expected the result and carried him to the garbage. Something told me that nobody will come asking about him.
Now I am thinking about this dream, and I found out it is very connected to real life. The pills of truth or happiness, the red pill of truth, death, and the fact that nobody asked, they all happened in real life metaphorically. The question remains, why did I know the result in the dream? Was the red pill poison? Did I know subconsciously that I am feeding my best friend poison that would definitely result in the ugly death? Most importantly, am I to blame for his choices (Note that I am not sure what would happen if he had chosen the blue one, I just know it is a drug too)…
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