I was staying in this apartment living with Joe and Regina. Somehow I had rented a Porche and my friend Pal and I were going to drive to New York that night but I had to do something beforehand. He dropped me off at the apartment and I went upstairs. I think I took a nap or something but Karen came over and we started talking about a big party that happened at the apartment. She had thousands of people over and it was totally crazy.
When she started getting into why she had the party she started crying and then she left. I realized that Pal and I were suppose to meet much earlier and he was probably pissed off at me for being late. When I called him he was indeed mad and was like “Oh well you blew it man we aren’t going now.” I felt like shit and eventually I got him to come over.
We were sitting on the couch watching TV and then out came the hash. We started smoking it in the apartment and then these people came out of the rooms and started asking me questions. I ran over to Pal and grabbed the pipe and put it in my pocket. There was this young kid named Mike running around and I paid attention to him in hopes the adults would go away so that we could finish smoking and I would hopefully not be in trouble with Joe and Regina.
I was really mad at myself for being late and wasting the use of the car and the fact that we couldn’t go to NY. At some point during the dream there was another dream and it involved some actors that were on trial for being gay. Fucking weird shit man…
So I’m sure this dream means that I hate my father, want to make love to my mother, and have a keen interest in Cabbage Patch dolls. Yep. I’ve got it all figured out.