1. Ophelia 2. Doses in New York

1. Out to lunch with someone who says that I should play Ophelia. 
2. I decide to get a ticket to New York. I meet A and he’s on his way to his aunt’s apartment. We’re going to go see a show, but we aren’t in the city. We’re in some seedy city far outside of any of the buroughs of New York. Her apartment is one room with a balcony and she has two cats. His other aunt had taken us there and she says “this is the extent of it for these cats.” I don’t think it’s such a bad deal for two cats, could be worse.The aunt that brought us there leaves, and then many of his friends show up, and also Jamy shows up. She says “How do you like your new phone?!!” I say “I love it!” But for some reason I don’t want anyone else to know.  A nurse comes to the door who has A’s aunt’s morphine. The nurse takes a great deal of time to explain exactly how it works: One digests it but one shouldn’t let it touch their tongue. There’s a high likelihood of regurgitation. She says that the dosage is mix of DNA-specific mucilage from the mother and the father of the patient. Despite this seemingly patient-specific morphine cocktail, as soon as the nurse leaves, A’s aunt discusses how we can all share it. Suddenly, A’s (former?) junky brother and sister are there, and a whole bunch of random scene “friends.” A takes a little bit of this morphine, which worries me, but I do too. I take only a drop or so. A’s aunt is watching carefully, totally unworried, but reminds the party that she does actually “need” a certain amount. She gets hers, and then we leave for this show.  A plops into a wheelchair and one of his friends pushes him. My head is heavy and instead of a narcotic I feel that I’m on a disassociative or a low dose of psychedelics. We keep walking, the whole gang kind of ambling through a street. The wheelchair gag is over. There is a woman who has a stroller shaped like a VW bug or perhaps an Old Rolls Royce, it is white leather and has miniature car wheels with shiny rims. Inside are two little children, and two enormous dogs. She’s blasting pop music from her stroller and stops to watch a tennis match. Suddenly I'm in a car with black leather seats. I look down and see that I had grabbed the the morphine from the dashboard- which though it had always been in a big bottle with a syringe tip (not an IV syringe, but just one that will make the liquid go in a very pointed direction) now it is embossed with “HEROIN” which makes me nervous and makes my hands shake...which makes me more nervous.