Somehow I'm dreaming of myself as a hard drug user. I am wandering around an old area of town with brick buildings, and I'm searching for hard drugs to use. I end up going to a community centre for drug addicts, like you would see in downtown Vancouver. There are many people who are presumably homeless/addicts around, minding themselves, playing board games, eating food.
I talk to one of the nurses and end up breaking down crying, I ask for anything, like methadone, dilaudid (by the way, I've never used opiates extensively)
I'm crying in front of everyone in this nurses lap, and they give me their sympathy.
Next part of the dream, we are in a park, and discussing my treatment. The nurse hands me a prescription written for a medication called "Serafil".