Frownland

Dreamt that I was smoking some huge joints with two of my pals, but the joints were rolled terribly and poorly lit. The paper on one side was running all the way to the crutch in like two hits and barely any of the joint would be smoked before they threw them on the ground and stomped them out. I was like fuck, this is so wasteful, at least let me roll some new ones or light em right. They were like no we have to do this now and just pulled out more huge joints.

Eventually we had to get money to do something or other but all we had was this stained glass cow skull. Absolutely nobody wanted it when we were trying to sell it outside of the 7/11 (all of my dreams are at 7/11 just fyi). One friend just held it up suggestively to passersby (mostly tweakers and cowboy type old dudes) with no luck and whenever the other friend would try to start a sales pitch, the potential buyers were just confused like he was speaking in tongues. I finally decided **** it, grabbed the cowskull and used it to rob a cop like it was a knife. He gave me his gun and then we were trying to sell the gun but nobody trusted us. I woke up before we sold it.

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