The first new place was a building I had purchased which stretched out across a body of water. It was built against/into a small cliff or slope, so one side of the building was sort of underground, with a section above the ground, and multiple dock-like basements going down to the water level. The building was sort of a research station and animal welfare station. There were two colonies of sea creatures that lived around the building and interacted with people there. One group, outside of the building, was a big pod of what I called porpoises, but were actually more like small whales. They were bigger than porpoises. I could see them from the second basement. When I went down one more level to the third basement, I could see the pod of dolphins that liked to hang out right below the building. I leaned across them from the dock and they would jump up into my lap (as much as they could) and they would let me hold their babies like human babies. They could talk, but I don't remember what we talked about.
From that place, the dream became dark and disturbed. I found myself driving around a neighborhood looking for "House Street" where a person I used to know had a house. I hoped to run into this person, but didn't want to call. I thought this person had become an invalid and I wondered how I would feel seeing them again. I didn't want anyone to know I wanted to see them, so I was being secretive. I went by the house once and knew it was it.
I found myself in an empty rental house in a squatting type situation. The house was trashed with human feces around and a general mess. I was with a man and a woman, I'd say early twenties or late teens. We were making meth and had each contributed $200 to the supplies along with two other people who weren't present. Our big plan was to make "Beef Onion" flavored vapes with meth in them. We were adding huge amounts of nicotine also so they would become extremely addictive. We knew with a beef-onion flavor, they would be extremely addictive to kids. We wanted to capitalize on the vape crisis. I had a realization after the pot of meth (??) was complete that I didn't want to do something illegal and I didn't want to get kids hooked on meth. I didn't want anything to do with this, but I also realized that these other people had money invested and they might not be okay with scrapping it. I put forth the idea that I would just take the pot outside and dump it. The girl said we couldn't do that because the beef flavoring would attract animals and they would die of a meth overdose. I knew she was right. I started searching the house for large sealable containers that could be buried. The ground was frozen outside though, so I wasn't sure how well that would work. I found a 2 gallon water bottle and I thought that would work. I dumped the water out which came out sort of like a wave over the floor and swept up all the human feces. I tried not to let it swoosh over my feet. I gave the man and the woman a choice, to dump it with me or to take charge of it all and do what they want. The man chose to keep it, the woman was laying on a couch on drugs and couldn't really make a decision.
I left there on foot and went looking for my former acquaintance. I never found them. I did have another acquaintance following me "watching me" and I felt uncomfortable. The second acquaintance was the father of the woman on drugs in the squatting house, I told him he might want to check on his daughter because she had a TON of meth and might OD.
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