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I am sitting in the outdoor seating of a building that is downtown (I think with Granny). There is a building to the left that has an awning over a stone facade and its entryway. I notice plaques, photos, and other framed objects, so I think it must be something like a visitor’s center. On my phone, I see that Sage has posted a picture of a building very similar to this one. The caption says something about having a good time in London, though. In this picture, it looks like Mt. Rose is in the background, so I look at the building by me and end up seeing the exact same backdrop. I find it weird that she’d lie about that. I don’t think it was posted all that long ago and now, sure enough, I see Sage and her parents walking over from that direction. I think they see me and are coming over to say hi.




I am outside somewhere (it almost feels like the backyard of the old house) with a group of unfamiliar others. This group is, for whatever reason - therapeutic I think - going to be smoking cannabis together. It seems like everyone has their own preferred method of smoking. I have a new joint, probably from a dispensary. There’s someone by me, so I start small conversation by asking what strain they have. I’m pretty sure I have an indica. We are smoking now; I was unsure about smoking with others, but I think it’s fine. This joint feels weak towards the smaller end, like it’s going to fall apart. Now, I have to go to work. It’s mostly fine being high here and kind of a trip watching the cameras, but there’s also something important going on that I think I’d rather be sober for.