Sick and Dreaming of Pot?

It's true. My throat is killing me. I'm achy everywhere. I promised myself I would be true to this blog and write what I dreamt.

So I was consuming pot in every way possible. The dream starts of with me on a bus, the lady next to me has a thermos and a cup. She passes it to me and I drink some. I know right away what it is and seem to enjoy the flavor. Then I'm getting of the bus in the all to bright sunshine. Then from there I'm out in a field with some friends and I have a BAG like a 1 gallon size bag of pot. We run into a cop that is out looking for bad people.. whatever that means in my dream. The night goes on and we are joined by celib A.K. He's a party type guy and we are getting stoned with him. Out of nowhere we hear the barking of the dogs. We start running down a hill everything is a mess. Then we slide and roll further down a hill. Only to end up in what looks like an Indian village. Looking at the buildings and trying to find our way into one. A man comes out and just as he does the cop shows up with the two dogs. However the Indian man tells him that the pot is legal on the reservation and that he doesn't belong here. So the cop was in trouble and we were safe... I woke up bemused..