A Stoner’s Trip

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2008 05 21, Dreaming of Marijuana Use, by George Bookman (.txt)

Last night, I dreamed about using marijuana.

I think this may have entered my dream as a result of talking to Frank yesterday during dinner about drug use.  Frank let me know he was planning to try acid soon.  I let him know that I was interesting in trying it as well.  We spoke a bit about my panicky feeling from the last time I smoked pot.  Then we proceeded to talk about other stuff, for example the effects that inflation has on the economy.

My dream began with a friend from my current job coming to my house with a bag of marijuana.  In real life, I have no clue if this friend has ever used any illegal drugs, but in my dream she apparently did.  In real life, I have not even disclosed to this friend that I have done any illegal drugs.  And in real life, this friend has never even seen where I live.  But there she was in my dream.

This friend, Erica, and I both get high near the beginning of this dream.  We do so in my room.

It’s a pleasant high, with no panic attack of any sort.  Just the usual light-headedness and short-term forgetfulness typically associated with a THC high.

Of course, since my mom and dad are there, I have to avoid letting them realise I and my friend are high.  But this turns out to be quite easy.

Like so many dreams do, this dream mutated over the night.  At some point, an Asian girl is there.  She’s around twenty-years old, is extremely light and easy to pick up, and interested in sex.  Luckily for her, my interest correlated with hers in a mutually-beneficial manner.

At this point, I can’t remember much else about the dream.  I’m sure it mutated one or two more times before I finally woke up this morning.

Regardless, the high was surprisingly realistic, even if the rest of the storyline was a bit unlikely.