dreams: May30, 1999
the techniques of smoking marijuana
I am floating outside my dorm window. I drift inside. Other people
have let themselves in already. I'm a little miffed to have others
in my private space without asking me. There is a young woman in the
corner and a young man sitting at a round table in the center of the
room. I sit down with him. He pulls out some marijuana, and we
start smoking it. Yet he doesn't roll it in paper first -- he simply
lights the leaves/buds and hands them over to me, telling me to
suck up the smoke. I try to do it for a moment but then realize that
it's useless. The method does not work. I hand it back to him,
ordering him to roll it in paper or put it in a bong. He says that he
doesn't have any. I see that he is very young and immature. I tell
him to go get out of my room. We stand up, and he walks out.
contamination from the outside world
I'm on an airplane/train. It stops. I step out, realizing
a second too late that I've contaminated myself by putting my feet on
the ground, outside of the vessel. I have to now give up my sneakers,
handing them over to the officials. I get back into the vehicle.
Now I have to sit in a different place since I'm tainted with energy
from the outside world. I change into another pair of shoes (my
bright green bump-soled flip-flops) even though both are for the left
foot. They are in plastic bags on my feet. I'm carrying a big
armful of luggage. I'm stressed about where to sit. I've gotten
relocated to a section I don't like. I'm trying to convince the
conductor to let me sit in the normal front-facing seat section.
"There are people here who are a LOT more contaminated than me!" I
protest, pointing to a very fat man sitting ahead of us.
a work at Swat
I'm going to a work. It's in a big auditorium. It looks like
LPAC at Swarthmore. I'm very far away from the altar, which is on
stage in the front.
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