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Me and 3 real life friends (Sergio, Jesse and Berend) went to smoke weed. We had 2 hours off from school (80 minutes), ranging from 12:35 to 14:45. It was 13:30.
I only had some mixed with tabacco shit left, and we went to my place with our bicycles to get it. We were in my garage and I ran upstairs. I was like "Shit, where is my weed?", but I remembered it suddenly and took it. I ran downstairs. I was like "We have to hurry up guys, we need to go to the city centre to get 2 pre-rolled blunt cones because I can't roll this stuff". We didn't have enough time actually, so Sergio was like "Whááát? Nooo!!", but we had to, or we couldn't smoke. Jesse, who is normally anti-weed also joined us, but further the dream could've been reality, no weird dreamsigns or whatever.

Mood: aggravated

Clarity: 4 / 5    Lucidity: 0 / 5

Tags: bicycle, blunt, tobacco, weed