Dream #004

I don't know where I am but I am sitting on a curb somewhere. There is someone sitting to the left of me but, as usual, I can't see their face. I pack a bowl and set it down next to me. I sit there quietly, not saying anything, just watching the people around me. Most of the people have bags and seem to be in a hurry so I assume I'm at an airport.

Just then, a police officer walks up on my right side. He looks down at the bowl and the bag of weed I've left laying there foolishly. He picks up the pipe and says "What is this?" I'm so nervous I don't know what to say. I stand up to face him but remain silent. He says "It's for smoking tobacco right?" I quickly nod my head knowing that it's a complete lie. (He was either stupid enough to believe that or trying to help me out so I should definitely go along with it.) He hands the pipe back to me and walks away.

There's some kind of time lapse here because the next thing I know, I'm standing in front of the police officer again and he's holding my bag of weed. I begin to get really nervous because I've either been caught in a lie or been dumb enough to fuck it up a second time. He takes the bag and examines it closely. He turns to a man standing behind him and says "What will this go for on the street?" The guy says "I don't know...about $20."

Now is when I begin to get a little mad. Partly because I don't want to be hassled by the man for something which harms no one else. But mostly because I'm insulted someone would so horribly underestimate my weed purchasing skills. Of course, I don't verbalize any of this because that would be most incriminating. In fact, I'm not even sure I can speak in this dream because I've yet to say a thing. The police officer opens my bag and begins to take the weed out and look at it. He takes a bit and puts it in his pocket then hands the rest back to me. I quickly slip it back into my purse, hoping his stealing will guarantee I get out of this yet again.

Unfortunately, by the time I've adequately hidden the bag of weed in a pocket of my purse, he's writing me a ticket.