Dreams.

I dreamt that I woke up in a car, in the back seat, hugging a guitar case with the inscription "Julia," and a black friend was sitting in the front, frantically looking around, driving away from a chase. And he had a gun in his hand. I remember saying, "I'll help you now," and suddenly I start climbing into the guitar case. I ask if he's ready, and he replies, "Everything's ready!" A weapon appears in my hand, and I shout, "I'm going to shoot at their tires!" and aim at the window.
Drug addiction.