Not Decriminalized

Date: 11/12/2016

I can't recall most of this dream, but I remember it took place in a city and there was never any sun light. I was sent on a simple errand and was driving back after completing it. For some reason I was smoking a fat cone joint (never smoke in my car arg!) and was coming back up to the city. I began to panic and try to puff extra fast to finish it. I pulled into the hospital, which was a shortcut to the clubhouse I was returning to. There was people, nurses and business women, pouring out of the entrance; I had to slam my breaks at the crosswalk because I didn't make it in time. I almost hit three women. I rolled my window down to apologize but immediately regretted it as all of the smoke inside my vehicle plumed out. Suddenly everyone rolled their eyes, began yelling and I was so embarrassed. I turned on my brights, blared my horn, and slowly rolled past. When I got back my 3 imaginary dream friends (lol) had a joint waiting for me for a job well done. I was reluctant to smoke it however like some ritual I had to. When the joint was a large roach it would eventually not get any smaller, and I was becoming fatigued and desperately wanted it to be over with. Finally I ask my friend to take it away from me and I begin choking. I run onto a balcony only the air outside is thick and hot and I cannot breathe. The clubhouse is a tree house but in every direction there is smog glowing eerily in the dark. I find myself awake.