Darren And The Drug

We were at work and I guess talking about drugs and Darren told me he was going to make me try something. He called it E, but I'm pretty sure this isn't how you take E. I was hesitant, but I think I eventually agreed, and he took a hold of me and stabbed a needle into my neck. I felt the prick for a moment, and then he injected the drug. As it began to hit my bloodstream, I told him I wanted to fuck him, and I ripped his shirt and we did it right there, on a table, at work. It was very passionate. Afterwards he went back to work and I went to find Jimmy. I felt awful about what had just happened and was scared and unsure how to tell him. I found him hiding out and avoiding work, and joined him, still unsure what to say. I remember eating a taco and finding a couple spiders and a lot of frogs in it. Later we were in a parking lot in some town where an Asian couple was putting misleading license plates on cars for dealerships and we were talking about how we would never win. I remember carrying a microwave from our car to a house and a playground full of children. I think I was swinging. I know it was the same dream because I reached up to my neck and the injection site was still there. At someone's house, Darren came to visit one of my old friends named Brittany, as he was apparently her boyfriend. He spoke to me briefly, asking if I enjoyed the drug and what followed. I was even more mad at myself about him because now he seemed like a total jerk. He took her out to a gazebo where there were, like, two other guys. I watched from a window as they demanded money from her for (you guessed it!) drugs. I wondered if they were really dating. I suddenly got scared and ran to a bathroom to get rid of the syringe, which was apparently inside my skin or something because I pulled it out of my neck (talk about futuristic). I put it in a Styrofoam cup and threw it in the trash. There were several people there, and I know they spoke to me and called me by name, but I can't remember what they said or who they were aside from two black girls. One of the guys who had been hassling Brittany also showed up and spoke to me, saying he was disappointed that another nice shirt had been ripped in vain all because a girl was scared of drugs. I told him that it was a work shirt, and he told me that I better hope I didn't have an allergic reaction because the antidote was in the syringe I threw away. I vaguely recall trying to remember what medicines I had taken that day and wondering if they would react. Flattered that Darren had even told his buddies that we had sex, I went back to get the syringe, and one of my bosses from work happened to show up and ask what was up with the needle, and I told him it wasn't what it looked like, but he just made some statement about kids having fun and walked on. I think I woke up then.
Let me just say Darren is not a druggie, dealer, or jerk. He is actually a very nice and respectful guy, and I have never actually slept with him, so I don't know where any of this dream came from. :)