I had this dream a week ago, and didn't write it down so I am only left with this tiny gem.
I am in my basement looking for an old joint I had stashed away a long time ago. There are boxes of printer paper all stacked up along the staircase wall and I am lifting these up and looking beneath them.
Finally, I hit pay dirt. A joint of rolled up lemongrass was found. I think I offered to share it with Ted. But I don't think we actually got around to smoking it in the dream.
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