Needles

I had a weird dream last night. I can't remember it all but I know it was bad and scary, but I didn't feel upset when I woke up. Usually when I rememebr my dreams they seem very real so I wake up affected by them. Maybe it's because I didn't remember it until a little while after I woke up.Anyhoo, have you ever seen Dexter? I was watching that before bed, so that explains some of it. I dreamed that I woke up next to a faceless man who warned me about something and then left. I found empty syringes and blood in the room. He'd shot me up with something, I don't know what. And he impregnated me. I don't think he raped me, but I felt violated anyways (likely because I'd been kidnapped, shot full of drugs, and knocked up via some form of artificial insemination). And even though the guy had no face, I felt afterwards like it was Michael, the antisocial alcoholic who gives me banjo lessons (or has been. our friendship is shaky and trying. he pissed me off earlier this week and I'm still not sure if I want to make up yet). I remember grabbing up all the random medical paraphernalia scattered around the rooming and throwing it in the trash in disgust. I went across the street into a bar, where two fat men I was apparently friends with were lewdly straddling a couple of women on the floor and making out with them in a shameless drunken stupor. All I managed to get out of them was "prosecution". So I went back to the room, collected all the evidence out of the trash in ziploc baggies, and prepared to go to the police.And that's all I remember. I don't think there was more. I probably got woken up by the dog.