I’m missing a lot of details from earlier dreams but I remember sitting in a room upstairs and there were these three other guys doing some percussion on furniture or whatever, then we were sitting in the loft and someone set a tin down on the table, we were sitting around on the floor, with a bunch of grinded weed, and what looked like a lot of crystals from trimming and hash. I’ve never smoked all the crazy fancy things my friends who grow as caregivers do but was super happy to partake since I was where I would be crashing for the night and wasn’t driving. There were two little pipes going around and the guy to my left cleaned the ash out of one and handed it to me, I was trying to get some of the grainy powdery crystals in with the weed into the pipe but was failing miserably. Then someone brought a two hosed hookah that I’m guessing had a layer of weed between the shisha and the hoses were going around the table. The smoke was thick like fumari.
I was standing in a kitchen looking at what was supposed to function like a stove, but looked like a simulator for a Mitsubishi Lancer, and just the screen and the ignition. It was keyless. There was a yellow screen throwing some error. There was a mix of code and Japanese. I was trying to figure out how to do something about it, and when Andrew C came to look he was all why are you trying to mess with that right now? I told him I needed a USB keyboard and mouse because I couldn’t select anything or type anything. Hell I could just get away with a keyboard like it’s a crash cart. We gave up.
I was walking down a windy sidewalk with someone to a teal door, he said that entrance was fake but I knew it was real. I unlocked the door when I turned the handle and walked in. It was home, but it was a mess. Some of my things were downstairs on the couch and on the coffee table. He wanted to go upstairs and I was stalling in the licing room trying to gather my things. The guy I was with looked like Tyler but I didn’t realize why I knew him until I woke up. That teal door was the same color of the front door of the house I grew up in. There have been teal doors in my dreams for years and whatever was inside was always some weird representation of home… sometimes more accurate than others, sometimes completely warped.