This week, a few days ago, because I don’t remember today’s dreams:

Someone dropped droplets on a table, in four spots specifically. What could that be and mean? Oh, surely it’s drugs. People came, pinched their finger tip with a needle, and put them in the drops. An interesting way to consume drugs for sure.

I felt droplets on my back. I anticipated being drugged and kidnabbed. Indeed I also felt a pinch. I faked delirium for a while. Someone indeed came, picked me up onto their shoulder, and carried me off.

When they unlocked a door to a room, I jumped up, pushed them in - they were baffled and confused -, and I closed the door. Two more showed up, so I pushed them in too.

In the next room there was a big room and bar. The bartender seemed to also be part of it, but less so.

Anyway, police came and arrested all four.

Suddenly - situation or environment change - a judge sits to my right, behind a table. She has heavy makeup on. Red lips, full face - probably white. Something happens that her makeup is removed (I don’t remember; water?). She works on putting it back on.

To have her hands free she gives me a plastic stick, which has integrated on top something - circled, something transparent. (It doesn’t factually look like one, more like a toy magic wand, but) It’s a microphone, and we’re in a party setting. Many people around, we celebrate the arresting and I guess my role in arresting.

So surely it’s a microphone and she wants me to sing. I’m very averse. I circle around a bit, in a half dance or something, and get to someone and give them the stick. Confused they look at me. I tell them: “Pass it on.”

I wake up. Maybe because of anxiety of having to sing in such a public setting.