Dream about Layne Staley TW: mental institution mention and drug mention

So i was recently admitted to a mental hospital where they put me on a mednamed PROzac the first night on it gave me this wack a$$ dream about Layne so basically I was 25 (Layne was too) I worked for MTV as a reporter at the time and was one of Layne’s closest friends Andre wanted me to tag along for this interview so I did, we are driving to the studio and I notice he’s wearing the gloves (the ones he would wear to hide the track marks from shooting heroin) so i was like “Layne i know what’s going on… is everything alright, you can’t just keep doi-“ he slams on the brakes as he’s trying to park in the studio lot “It’s none of your fucking business what I do Kris!” He snapped at me, he gets out and storms off into the studio and I just break down “He’s a fucking junkie!” Blah blah blah I calm down walk inside he (Layne) answers questions, cameras roll, I go back outside and light a smoke, flick it into the street, walk back in, LAYNE IS ABOUT TO CRY. He looks at me and weakly mumbles “Kris.. please take me home.” Cameras still rolling. I walk over try to calm him down but he is SOBBING absolutely hysterical “Layne its alright I’m right here…” I turn to the camera man, “we’re gonna go.” I lead him out and we walk to the car “Layne, what’s wrong?” I asked trying to hold back tears of my own, “I saw you crying in the car, through the window, I couldn’t stop thinking…” his voice broke as he said the words. We went home, he said he loved me, we kissed, bada bing, dream…