Dream Trek

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Had a dream that I went to some old guy's storage place. The guy that ran the place looked like a micture of Honest John and censored. I found one joint in my storage box. I tried to smoke it in my truck, but the storage guy's grandson kept fucking with me. Eventually, the storage guy came to my house and we smoked half the joint in my truck, when suddenly my parents came home. They got pissed and I tried to request a drug test to prove my innocence.

The censored part is the name of an RL friend.

The storage place was in the location of the local car-wash in town. The storage units were small lockboxes on a rack, all outdoors. The lockbox was my old Smoke-Box. After being discovered, I sat on the porch with the old hippie and discussed the situation. I joked with friends that this was a nightmare because I had quit smoking marijuana a few weeks before having this dream.