Tripoli

The piece of paper:
So I find this piece of paper that my brother wrote on. It appears to be a form of some kind. I erase what he wrote and write something on the paper (Not sure what it was) with sharpie. I then think about how he might need this paper, so I try to rewrite what he had put on but it's useless because what I wrote (in sharpie) is still on the paper and it takes up most of the page (Quite large letters not lots of words). The rest of the dream I forget.

The radiation:
I'm in this dream and I ask this man what he thinks about how when the US army sold land that they had tested nuclear weapons and other nuclear projects, to the hindus (Yes Hindus) they left all the nuclear projects there.
I said that since the hindus didn't know what to do with it they merely let them rust and soon the radiation got out.
He completely jumps subjects (And I still follow and listen with him because in the dream I "knew" it was all linked together). We are in the woods and he tells me about these medicines and drugs. There are three of them in front of me, all of them are just white powders, he tells me how they help keep you awake so you can get out of the woods without stopping.
He points to the first one and says that it was good, but wasn't strong enough to keep you awake, he points to the second but I forget what he says.
he then points to the third medicine powder (Which had much less powder then the other 2 because it was stronger) he says that this one is strong and you only need a little bit to get you going where you need to go. But he says that you will also lose valuable sleep time and will be tired the next day (no duh). I put some of the powder on my finger (thats it, no eating just put it on my finger)

Suddenly I'm teleported into this office and I'm Barrack Obama, my boss asks me something along the lines of "Why are you so slow" or "Why are you so tired". I know why I'm because I took the medicine. I ignore her question and try to hide when the dream ends, or I forget what happens next.