la lunatic

For the most part my dreams and their scenarios make sense as far as how I see those people, or things I fear about those people (Ms. Insecurity)... but my dream last night about my friend, JKM, comes out of nowhere; nothing about her in real life, or in our dynamic, points to this dream. It wasn't horrible, just peculiar:

I am meeting up with my friend, she is at her house and wants me to come there. When I arrive everything is different from her real house - it's more like a cheap, bland motel, and her husband is there --- whereas in real life he doesn't make too many appearances. Also, there seems the constant threat of an intruder... We are going over writing, and she is clutching a folded piece of paper. Apparently that paper has work of mine on it - I have no idea. Little by little our meeting becomes edgy and JKM seems fitful and restless. Suddenly she is yelling at me, not all of it makes sense but it has something to do with my writing. I somehow have the slip of paper she was clutching in my hand now and she is pissed, she's telling me I must give it to her and she is trying to tear it from my hand...
and then we appear in a garden patio setting. Her husband and another man, both dressed in white, are sitting at a four-top patio table. We join them and without any clear transition the "doctor" begins addressing us about JKM's illness and lists off the various psycho-tropic medications she is taking --- apparently she is a schizophrenic.

In the next sequence I am wandering around outside my old high school. The sun is setting and one of my younger students is lurking by me. I am smoking a joint, walking and walking --- waiting for someone or something. When I start to feel a little high I toss the joint under a green min-van, parked beside the school. I walk away from the evidence, but later sweat with worry that the evidence will be uncovered when whoever it was that parked there moves their van...