Dreams

So i had a dream last night that i must simply share with someone.
so you, faithful readers, get a glimpse into the elusive Marcus psyche.

I was at an open house or, perhaps a museum. I dunno it was some place incredibly not fun. dream me figured if i was going to be here, i was going to be high. The thing is, i was with a bunch of friends from work: Ian, Lynn, Sorrell, and someone else i can't recall. and everyone else wasn't interacting with us. So i happened to have my pipe with me and weed. I started packing it such that it wouldn't attract attention, but i bumped into Ian and dropped the bowl. Fortunately this gave me someone to smoke with. we proceed to go smoke up. It was great 'cause my weed was shwag-ariffic, so when someone produces a bud... well, then i woke up.

i guess, though, that's why they call it a dream.