Forgot my first dream again, it happens when I have three dreams in a row without popping up to record them. In the first dream Ron and I were at war in the desert. There were bivouac and sand bags all around. I had to fetch us some food to cook-up. It was frozen and wrapped in butcher paper. I brought back some dinosaur, but Ron said he wouldn't eat it, so I had to fix him a big turkey leg which he also complained about. Then, we were off and running across the sand, again.
The next dream took place in Pittsburgh at an O type of joint. I had a new crowd of friends, girls and boys. I went into the bathroom and this big giant girl had two joints like pistols and handed me one. It was a brown, pinner, and coming undone. I thought I didn't want to give her plague, but was smoking it before she took it back. Then, I was back at a table with a big boy with sandy hair. He liked me, and I liked him, too, although I knew he was pretty much a loser.
