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The room I was in was basically a pond and I was floating on something, laying down. There was a guy in the room next door, who showed me how to catch fish in my room, by throwing small pieces of crab into the water. I recall being somewhat attracted to the guy, but did not know him. He left and I threw a piece of crab into the water. I think it was imitation crab meat and a string was attached. I immediately caught a very large yellow fish. I was very pleased that I caught a fish on my first try. I threw it out of the room (where there was no water) so it wouldn't get away. It was a struggle for me to pull it out of the water, so I collapsed in exhaustion.
Eric (my bf) shows up and I ask him where my fish is. He says that "Jeff cleaned it" and I understand Jeff to be my friend Melissa's husband (I know several Jeffs). I thought it was very nice for him to go to the trouble. (Note: my friend has recently beome pregnant, so maybe this figures?)
Next part. I'm in a room with lots of booth seats (like a diner, but with no tables). I see the guy from earlier in the dream, on the other side of the room. Three women, who really look like men in drag (tall, very butch), say they are friends of his. They are Irish. They say they feel bad for him because every girlfriend he has had has left him because he is a drunk. I feel sorry for him and walk over to where he is sitting. I fall on the ground and look under his booth. A small pink container has been adhered to the bottom. It holds 8 or so capsules of what appears to be some kind of injectible drug, like morphine. There is some kind of Scandinavian language written all over the container. (Note: I think this comes from a license plate holder I saw yesterday, that had Swedish on it and I remember thinking what a fucked up language it was)
The next part is hazy, but there is implied conversation and romantic connection with this guy. He offers to inject me with the drug I saw and at first I refuse, but then I agree. The drug makes me woozey, off balance. I walk over to some small round banquet tables. Various alcoholic beverages are set up on the tables. I think I want a drink, but realize I don't. I become very sad and realize the drug is making me melancholy.
The guy approaches me, seemingly very happy that I am with him. He has a necklace on, thin wire with small, round, widely-spaced, colored beads. I say to him "You have a solar system around your neck. That's so poetical." Then I wake up.