I can't believe I believed...

It was a foggy dream. I dont remember much. There was thick smoke, pungent. It made everyone at the party smell, but really happy that they were present. Laying down sleeping, my body felt like it was floating above the mattress. I obviously wasn't floating; unfortunately I wasn't even suspended from the ceiling for a little bit. But the drugs we were doing at the party were so real that I was levitating. Everyone was smoking, drinking, snorting, shooting up. There was a lot of laughter and fingers and tongues and green and red. The music was just right for everyone's mood. We were just chillin'. No, I dont remember who exactly was there, but I'm pretty sure every face I have passed on the streets in my lifetime was partying at this place. We were all young and in lust with eachother. I really don't remember what the place looked like either. Except for the fact that there were walls and a roof. Yeah, it was thick and it was hard to move, but no one was dancing in the center. There were motions up against the wall, so the walls were dancing to the beat. I remember hands up and down skin, hands up and down passing drugs, hands up and down and up and down. I had so many drugs in my system in this dream that it carried to my sleep and I was floating. Kinda when you feel like you're actually falling in a dream, I felt like I was in mid-air. I guess drugs are good shit.