M and I are on a DMT trip - it is ecstatic, confused, bliss. We roll around together in other dimensions and it feels so good. It's sort of a mix between ecstasy and DMT, actually. M is really enjoying it and I'm so happy that he is able to let go. We spend the whole day in this state of bliss.
Then, the next day M is Spike. He has gone home and I'm alone at the house. I hear his voice on the answering machine, even though I never heard the phone ring. He leaves a message saying he won't be able to make it over until 1pm today because something came up.
The dream flashes to a scene of Spike being held by the enemy. They discovered his weakness for DMT and they have given him some. They're using it like a truth serum! They have him hanging there under the influence of the DMT, and he tells them where the slayer gets her power, her secret. He hangs his head in shame for having betrayed her.