Weed Dreamz

 Had a dream the night of me and mariana having an argument about our drug usage. We've been regularly vaping marijuana with our volcano. I prefer this form of inhalation because burning the flower with fire is too harsh for my lungs and makes me wheeze. This means using bongs or even too many hits from a blunt can irritate my lungs. The volcano and our portable vape both use heated air to 'bake' weed which produces vapor. Some other types of vapes use heated coils to vaporize wax, but I also find this vapor too harsh on my lungs. When using the volcano, vapor is pushed into a plastic balloon (we use a turkey bag) sealed by a little orange ring with a rubber x-slot similar to the straw hole on soft drink lids. The small plastic receptacle that holds the freshly ground weed has a small metal pipe on the top of it that the orange ring with the balloon slides onto, and when the volcano fan is activated (after letting it heat for a minute or two), the weed is baked by super heated air and blown into the balloon. Mariana says its similar to her beloved air fryer she sometimes calls her easy-bake oven. The volcano gets us easily baked. We've also tried edibles, but those can be a footnote.

Anyway, in the dream, whatever part of my subconscious responsible for dream generation replaces marijuana with glasses of water. The dream takes place in what looks like an ornately decorated hotel. My girlfriend, in the dream, begins hanging around a group of people around our age who lounge in this hotel becoming intoxicated/high from drinking this water and developing some secret group around the water. I am interested in the members of this group, but I grow concerned for my girlfriend who appears to fall asleep from taking too much. My realization here is that I shouldn't become upset over our usage, but show concern and communicate steps to reduce it. In real life, I realized I would sometimes drift away physically from her while high to spend time alone on my computer. I spend all day on the computer. It's pretty much the last place I want to be when unwinding. So it does feel bad coming clean to myself that over the years I've spent living alone my computer and the internet have become a sort of social crutch. Even for family. Maybe that's true for billions of other people with covid and all. It's still weird to think that it's been almost 3 years since it started. Anyway I realized it wasn't just the weed, but actually what I conditioned myself to do when I wanted to Turn Off The World. The dynamic between me and my girlfriend, based on the dream, remains true to our love in a completely different setting. I would love her no matter what.