I was at a party with my horse in a dream. I was leading her around without a lead. She was prancing and showing off and loving the attention. There was a beautiful young athletic looking woman there that following her around and finally got on her bareback. Later I saw her in a room shooting up. She didn’t see me but later I saw her with a bloody nose. It wasn’t from being hit; it was from all the drugs she had been doing. She let me clean the blood off her face and nose. I cleaned her face with a soft wet white towel and rinsed the blood out in the sink. A few hours later she was shooting up again between her legs. She was naked in room full of people.
She saw me looking at her. “No one fucking cares” she said.
As the party was ending her nose was bleeding again. I began to clean it up but then she began bleeding from her eyes. I was wiping the blood from her face and told her she was too young for this, it would kill her.
“You’re such a fucking romantic” she said and leaned into my chest and let me hug her.
“You think you can save the world but you can’t you know.”
I said perhaps I could save her.
“Why, so I can live and watch the world die? I don’t fucking care, I just want to get high.” She was crying on my chest. “Look, I’ve ruined your T-shirt.”
I told her I always ruin my new shirts, I can never keep them clean. I told her not to worry about it.
“Look” she said, “I bled in the shape of a heart on your shirt.”
