My Dream About Cocaine

So I just had a very lucid dream. Thinking as far back as I can, I earliest thing I remember is being on campus near the student center with my friend Matt. For some reason we are talking to a girl and her friend about going over to her place and having sex. They were both unnattractive, one was overweight and the other was very thin with a creepy witch face. We go and nothing happens, but they tell us there's a machine nearby that dispenses small doses of liquid cocaine. The night goes on and still nothing happens, we just talk and eventually they head to their rooms and we crash in the living room.

At some point in the night, I decide it would be a good idea to try some of the liquid cocaine. I take a dose and am immediately overcome with a high stronger than I have felt before, so much that I'm almost paralyzed from it. As I'm laying there, I try to get into a good position because I start to remember from Breaking Bad that you're supposed to sleep on your side so that if you end up puking, you don't don't drown in your own puke from sleeping on your back.

Right before I drift off to sleep (This is still inside the dream, remember?), I'm sort of shaken by Matt saying it's time to go. However, as I get up, he notices I don't look well and I lean over, only to immediately puke my guts out. "I was fine until you messed with me!" was my immediate thought, and I was kind of upset even though he was trying to help me. I proceed to puke over everything and eventually on Matt himself, at which point he says, "Fuck this shit I'm out", and leaves.

As he heads out the door, I follow him, begging him to stay but as I stepped outside I start puking again, this time in front of 4-5 people standing near a corner. "I'm fucked!" I thought as I quickly rush back inside. "They saw me and they know I took cocaine! I'm going to jail!" The two girls are standing in the hallway nearby as I reentered their house, both smiling ear to ear in a very devilish manner.

I run past them and into the bathroom to clean myself up, using my toothbrush that has now magically appeared. I notice for the first time what I'm wearing - an  untucked, white button down shirt with blue jeans, my hair a mess, and puke running down my front. I started to remember stories about how people who had a bad experience the first time trying cocaine usually ended up not being addicted since they never tried it, so I began to see the positive side of all this happening to me.

I had locked the bathroom door, but at some point it just started opening back and forth as if it were blowing in the wind. The overweight girl was standing there still smiling, but this time it seemed sincere. She handed me my things and I gave her my thanks, and which point I started to leave the room. At this point, I woke up before I reached the door.