In this dream there is a bunch of cocaine..but it does not look like normal cocaine..it looks more like those plastic silica pellets....Flakey gets some for me and this young pretty girl (this is just a dream folks...no cocaine in real life...)...The girl says she has done the stuff plenty before...Somehow, the plastic bag that it came in breaks and I have to carry this large...difficult to conceal quantity in my hands...and there are police everywhere....I am trying to go to the bathroom so I can deal with this mess because I don't want to be out in public with it, but "pellets" keep spilling out of my hands and all over the floor...There is a really long line and the bathroom seems like a maze...most of the people in line seem really poor...like from really low income neighborhoods...black and Hispanic....There are what look to be guards or something lined up along the wall in gray pants with black stripes down the sides, white button up shirts and badges....They are very tall....Even though there is a long line, Flakey finds his way to the front, as if we have cut in front of everyone....I am still dropping this stuff all over the floor everywhere....While I am in the bathroom trying to manage what little is left in my hands, one of the guards pokes his head in the door...I forget what happens after that....