I had a really bad dream where my best friend of IRL 12 years came up to me and told me he wanted to kill himself because his job never gave him time off. He was crying when he told me this and he promptly did kill himself after I got really worried and chased him to stop him. The result threw me into physical retardation, becoming drugged up by doctors while going to therapy daily and having to eat pills everyday just so I can eat food. I remember feeling very disoriented when going to my first therapy session, because I really didn't know where I was. I also remember my second therapy session being very happy instead of extremely somber like my first was; it felt like I was faking my feelings. I also remember the second time they put a huge needle through my arm and I was really scared of the needle. They put it in the other arm when I wasnt looking. My third therapy session is where I couldn't eat food properly without taking a pill, because all food made me nauseous. I learned later it was a side effect from the medicine the therapy doctors were pumping into me. In my first therapy session, I was heavily disoriented and I thought I was talking to myself in a bright yellow room, but I was drugged on something and talking to a lady. Eventually my caretaker and his husband threw me to the side of the street because I became a really expensive liability and from then onward I became homeless. I was very upset at him and his husband for kicking me out because I felt used and ashamed that before my friend killing himself, I did so much for him and his husband. I remember visiting my Mom 3 times for consoling after Alex, my best friend, committed suicide. The dream was located in an unknown small town, and had only one building I recognized from previous dreams. This building had flat roofs, two stories, and was light green. This building housed my mother and a roommate of hers. She lived on the second floor.In my waking life, I was extremely nauseous before going to bed. I also hardly get to see Alex because he's always working. Immediately after waking up from this horrible dream, I sent Alex a Facebook message seeing if he's okay. Alex hasn't responded due to it being 5am. I currently live with the caretaker that was in my dream along with his husband and they are my current landlords. I feel rocky and unstable living here due to my birthday coming up and my age being 26. Everyone living here that is not my landlord's husband is under 25. I don't feel like I belong here anymore and it's a ticking timebomb before I'm asked to move out.