posted September 13, 2015 02:56 PM            

I have a new professor who manipulates me in a highly narcissistic manner. I play along so I can get good grades, until it gets to be too much for my psyche. She turns on me and accuses me of not being a good student, treats me like a failure even though I worked harder than most kids in the class.

I turn into a rebel, jump the fence and leave in the middle of class in front of everyone, use drugs, sneak around. It gives her all the more leverage to single me out and take revenge.
She calls me out on slacking with 'work.' I say,
"So what? Are you going to give me a bad review?" Because in reality, I know her assignments - cooking for her, giving her hugs, entertaining her - are inappropriate for the students. I tell her "You just want me to act like your daughter. But you know what? I'm not your daughter. So I'm not going to take this personally."
She is silent. Other kids are falling for it, including one of my best friends.

I've had enough, I'm walking away, down a street, and I drop my purse on purpose but without a real reason. I wonder why I did that as I turn around to go get it. The street I'm on is crowded, and a man tells me he will pick up my purse for me. He proceeds to ask another random man to pick up the purse.

Further down the path, I am approached by a man who asks me questions about 'my heroin use.'
He says: "Can you see straight when you do heroin?"
I say, "What?"
"When you do heroin, do your eyes get blurry? Do you experience __(I forgot)__?"
I start to say that I don't do heroin, but then I remember that I did do it, and my eyes do get blurry. In fact, they were blurry right then. I had never made the connection to heroin. I get frustrated, but I can't think straight. There are more people with the man and they seem to be observing me. The whole interrogation is for scientific research, and I feel like a lab rat.

Scene switches to three middle school girls who are best friends. They are wearing clothes for some type of dance, they are about to put on a show. Right before they dance, they say they are so glad that their friends came. There is a picture from that night of the three friends, and one of them drew on the picture with a sharpie. It's a scar on their face, and it becomes an inside joke.
Fast forward several years and they are all addicted to heroin.

posted September 22, 2015 04:43 AM            

Simply put, this dream seems to be about issues concerning your identity (purse). It is about internal conflict, the transformation of your past self into the present, old patterns versus the new. It seems you are trying to figure out who you are and how you fit.

It could be suggested that there are parental issues at the root of your "identity crisis". How was/is your relationship with your mother? Your father? Was he involved in your childhood?