I was in a strange room—maybe a classroom, maybe a design studio—but it had an attic. Some of my old bosses were there. I think the premise was that we were working late. I think maybe there was a blackout, I'm not too sure. All I know is that everything suddenly got wacky.
This guy who was never my boss but I vaguely know through graphic design was getting something out of the overhead storage / "attic". He knocked something down and this gas overtook the room. I recently watched Legends of the Fall. If you're familiar with that film, there is a scene when the mustard gas spreads out during some WWI battlefield. This was a similar experience. This gas wasn't mustard gas but some sort of drug, perhaps some sort of super strong marijuana or potentially opium smoke. Why this would happen, I have no idea, this dream is hazy and was really weird. This graphic designer dude mentions that in the eighties he did some job for this drug lord from South America or something, which is why he has all these drugs stored in the attic. Apparently the drug lord guy left them behind, and the job got all fucked up and the designer guy never got paid, and so he kept the drugs as some sort of deposit.
Everyone in the room, primarily former coworkers, were a state of super-stoned paralysis. I was thinking I wished I could get out of the room, but I couldn't. Someone's feet smelled really bad and I was afraid they were mine and I vaguely remember apologizing — it was really hot and I was wearing Keds without socks. I think we all had to sleep there overnight.
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