Last night, I dreamt that I was at an unfamiliar school with lots of friends whom I didn’t recognize. I was in graduate school, I think, but studying what? Who knows. Actually, I think the school was in a mall. Classy. Anyway, we were all excited because a good friend (again, someone I don’t currently know) was opening up a brand new store, and teaching a class in it.
We all eagerly piled into her store, and she began teaching, and it was GREAT because she was our friend. At one point, she pulled out a very complicated machine and said she was going to demonstrate blood dialysis. Then a guy stood out, obviously a school administrator who looked vaguely like this actor, and started yelling. He told the instructor that she was out of line doing this demonstrationg, that it was innappropriate and dangerous, because the dialysis machine’s battery was unstable. There was lots of yelling from all of us. I was yelling, too, and I was DETERMINED to write a letter of complaint to…someone.
Then my friends and I left with the instructor. We were hanging out, and someone had…pot. I think it might have been the instructor. She expertly sprinkled some on a wrapper, rolled it up, licked it, and lit up. Then she handed me the bag and left. I looked in the bag - it looked like pot pourri. It was a mess. I tried to pick out what looked like the good bits, but I had never smoked pot before so I didn’t really know what I was doing. I tried to roll it into the paper, but it looked all wonky and wrong. I kept licking the edge to seal it, until the paper ripped. I was too nervous to ask for another one because I didn’t want my friends thinking I was lame.
Eventually, I got something that looked about right, but there were too many people around to light up. I put it in my pocket. For the rest of my dream, I wandered around this mall/campus looking for a place to smoke it, and completely paranoid that I would get caught. I kept looking around for drug sniffing dogs.
And that was my dream. By the way, I’ve NEVER smoked pot before, so I have NO idea where this all came from.
Oh we believe you. If I was going to take a class on dialysis, I’d certainly hope I could do so at the Mall of Georgia. You know, right next to the paint your own pottery store.
HA! which one? isn’t there something like 3 of every store there?
I’m almost positive that the store the class was in sold knitted stuffed animals and yarn. Apparently, I had fallen in with a bunch of pothead knitters.
The dream was so real, too. I could actually SMELL the pot, and was convinced everyone around me could, too. which is why I was on the lookout for dogs.
(and just so everyone doesn’t go all A-HA! on me, I know what pot smells like because I’ve been around it, just never tried it. Never had the desire, really. But in the dream I really REALLY wanted to try it. WEIRD!!!)
It could be your anxiety drug, the clonazepam.
Okay, so what are you really hiding? Because that sounds like your old subconscious being anxious that you’re going to be found out about something - what is it?
WHAT did you eat before going to bed???
what??? what do you mean??? I’m not hiding anything!!! who sent you? are you a cop??
seriously…I can’t think of anything I’m hiding. I’m not even keeping any birthday present secrets anymore. I’m stumped!
Sounds like some anxiety about grad school and getting your paper done perhaps?
Yeah sure Cheech.
Ummmmmm… dunno.
I’ve never smoked it either, wow- I thought I was the ONLY one out there, lol! Go to freakydreams.com
You actually smelled it? Crazy.
I think you just wanted to be cool cuz that’s what all the other cool dream people were doing. Subconscious peer pressure.