I had three dreams regarding extreme poverty in the U.S. in the last two days. The first one is the dream I remember the least.
I dreamed that a man handed me what I remember in the dream being called an "ampule" of black crude oil or something that looked like tar to me in a small prescription pill bottle. I remember feeling so excited and grabbing it from him that I was forgetting something. He reminded me, now don't forget to do what I asked you and I said oh yeah. Remembering that I was supposed to go somewhere for him in exchange for the ampule of oil.
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