I dreamt that I was on a bus going to some destination... a small town in Mexico. I was with other tourists young and old. The little Mexican men were there to be our guides. They seemed very nice, a bit quite and patient. When we arrived, they took us to a covered cart, only open on two sides to walk through. My dad was with me and seemed to know what was going on. One of the men took my hand and put some small red cloth baggies in my hand. I looked down and looked up at him. I didn't speak Spanish and he didn't speak English, he just looked at me like... ok, now go on and go sell these drugs. I thought what??? I can't do this. My dad seemed to be fine, he said we were in a foreign country, it would only take a few minutes to sell, no one would know... etc. I was thinking sure.. foreign country... jail?, if I was caught, forget my career... I felt panicked. I put the baggies down in the cart and was trying to decide what to do next. The little guys wouldn't be happy, but I couldn't worry about them.
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