Dream About Stealing Dancing And Recovery

Last night, my dream was all over the place. In one part, I was at work and somebody got in trouble for stealing, or somebody was stealing, trying to rob the place. And I did not help them. I let them get caught. In the next part, I think we were trying to go out and dance. My friends and I were trying to go celebrate, but they kept taking a long time, being ready to go celebrate. So in the meantime, while they were playing cards or whatever they were doing, I decided to start dancing anyway, since the music was already on. I decided to dance with a young lady and her sister and her mom. They were just hanging out in the neighborhood and they were Indian and they looked really cute. They had on Indian clothes and they were very pretty and colorful and tribal looking. I decided to learn their dance so I made friends with them. I also was looking for some pink glasses or something special to put on my face, like some shades or something to spruce up my outfit while I was waiting for my friends to get ready to party. Then I remember something about an old school friend of mine named Sheryl, who I ran into. She was on a date with someone. And when she saw me, she was upset. She didn't like seeing me. She was angry at me and said every time she sees me, I say something I shouldn't say. Then, a famous star in real life, who I don't know, but in the dream, who is a friend of mine, was at home in his house. I went to his apartment. He lives in a very upscale apartment complex, where I also own an apartment, which I can't really afford. I can't afford to put furniture in, I can't afford to really set up nicely, but I'm already paying for, and I don't really want this nice apartment. But I own it, and I'm already paying for it. Anyway, I went to go see him, and he was smoking crack cocaine. He offered me some, and I smoked it too. And then he walked me back to another one of my places. He walked me home. I owned several residences, and on the way of him walking me back, we passed the police and some track marks and footprints of aliens who were out the previous night, looking for certain people and causing problems. I managed to get around them the previous night. Even though I knew about them, I managed to get around them, but still, we saw the tracks that they left behind, which were weird tracks with like skin cells or something left on top of the ground. I also dreamt that the upscale apartment was giving me problems. The staff there was giving me problems because I wasn't really spending time in the apartment or because I wasn't buying furniture for the apartment or because I wasn't really taking ownership of the apartment, not spending enough time there because I didn't really want the place but I had already bought the place and I already was responsible for the place. I was already paying for the place. I was already responsible for it but I owned another space that wasn't so expensive, that wasn't so high class and it was the place that I was used to being in. So I spent most of my time in the other place but this new expensive space, they kept bothering me about because I wasn't paying enough or wasn't doing enough for. ************************************* Just for Clarity's Sake… I am a recovering addict in real life and I have not had any alcohol or marijuana or crack cocaine in almost 24 years. On March 1st of 2025, I will be 24 years clean. I haven't even smoked a cigarette in 10 years. There is a lot of shame and guilt and fear and suicidal tendencies and homelessness in my real life connected to drugs and alcohol. So, in this dream, to not only smoke crack openly, which is my favorite drug, but also when he said, that's enough, for me not to want more, for me not to sneak or try to steal for me not to make plans to purchase more later, for me not to get upset, for me not to feel shame or guilt, or for me not to want to commit suicide. No bad feelings. Just, okay! I put the pipe down. I let him finish doing his little smoke. And then I asked him, well, can you at least walk me home? Like as if I had just participated in a bag of potato chips. I was shocked at myself once I woke up. But in the dream he walked me home and I didn't think anything about it. Now THAT is HUGE, and significantly different from my real life because I am deathly afraid of drugs. I've never had a dream like that before. Also, When I go to sleep, it seems like there are 10 other dimensions that I have Homes in, histories in, families in, friends in, and a life in. Where I am comfortable, where people love me, and where life is just super. And then, when I wake up, here, everything's exactly the same every single day. Also, all of my dreams are always in color.