im at home watching tv. dad wants to change the channel. something looks weird about the display. its a little different. i give the remote to dad and leave. i leave to deliver a package to some people. they live in a cul-de-sac. i find the house and enter. i walk into the bedroom. in the bedroom its a sad scene. there's a mother laid out in a bed with bandages all over her, she's in a coma. her son is right next to her in a neck brace. he looks up with real piercing eyes, then his mom shoots up looking me straight in the face. she's screaming, "is billy okay? JOHN!" i gather that they were in a car accident and this was the last thing she was thinking. her husband must be john and the son billy. i leave the package in the room and get out of the house. outside i notice a white mini truck with someone in it. they get out with a package and enter the house i just left. two people in a white honda accord pull up. i immediately get a bad feeling about them. the guy is tall and handsome, the girl is gorgeous. i don't know why, but i ask them for a ride to my dorm. the guy goes inside the house and the wife gives me some roller blades. she puts hers on. we roller blade down to a pier and up the concrete strip. the strip slowly turns into a mall, the mall into the hallway of my dorm. some of the people we pass i recognize, some i don't. the gorgeous lady talks about killing people like this for a living. i suspect that her and the husband are responsible for car accident that crippled billy and his mom. we stop at a door in the hallway. its my room. the girl leaves and i enter the room. David, Buddy, Michael, and some asian guy i don't know are in the room. Michael says that he bought me a 6 foot bong. i don't believe him. but on the bed there's a giant green bong. so i run next door and open a big white cooler full of weed. i bring a ziplock full of weed back to the room. but the room has changed now, it looks a lot like my parent's room. Michael is going through my mom's drawers. he pulls out some rolling papers. i forget about the bong and start rolling a joint. i get to thinking that i should eat the joint, not smoke it. i get to thinking that it wouldn't be very tasty so i add some beef, beans, salsa, and guacamole to it... its not a joint anymore its a chipotle burro. i eat it, that's the end.
the dream started out pretty serious but then got all weird at the end... this always seems to happen.
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