Now, I have never done cocaine in all my life. I don't even know whatever slang words the young kids are using these days to describe it. The closest I've ever come is a tiny bit of crystal methamphetamine about 7 years ago, which made me feel kind of neat, and very horny, for about 20 minutes, then absolutely horrible for about 7 hours. In consequence, I've since avoided all sniffy stimulants.

But last night I dreamed that I bought a small amount of cocaine, just to help me study, and to make me feel good. A friend of mine, a woman I knew during my childhood, and who stays in my subconscious as the analytical voice of reason, was in the dream as well.
"Why are you doing that?" she asked. "How does it help you?"
"Well, it makes me feel beautiful," I answered, confidently.
"It makes you feel beautiful? Does it make everyone feel beautiful?"
"Well...yes."
"Even ugly people?"
"Ummm...yeah."
"So in other words it makes you delusional."

Sometimes I'm amazed at the wisdom of my subconscious :)