Dream of: 16 October 1986 "Messy House"

While I was living in a house in the little village of Patriot, Ohio, a narcotics agent came to the house. I was unsure what he wanted - he left without saying. The next day I went out and bought about a dollar's worth of light green marijuana (with some stems in it). After I had returned to the house, I heard a knock at the door, answered, and once again encountered the same irksome narcotics agent. Apparently he was looking for my sister, who also lived in the house, and who had left with a man. When the nark asked if he could come in, I said, "Wait a minute."

I walked back into the house, carried the marijuana I had bought out into the back yard and threw it into the air so it fell into the grass. I walked back into that house, returned to the front door and allowed the nark to walk into the house (very messy with clothes and junk lying all about). He stepped through the junk and asked me if I knew anything about my sister. After I told him I didn't know anything, he left.

I was rather disturbed because I had wanted to smoke some of the marijuana I had thrown away. I thought that someone might be living in the house of Saunders (a farmer, one of the local denizens of Patriot when I was a child) and that the person might possess some marijuana. I thought if I obtained more marijuana and put it in my pocket, the nark wouldn't be able to see it, but I didn't want to take the risk. I walked back outside to see if I could find any of the marijuana I had thrown away, and I noticed some of the marijuana had fallen onto the tops of some large plants. I was just about to scrape it off when Kant Brito (a friend from the Dominican Republic whom I met in Puerto Rico in 1980) stepped up.

I didn't want to say anything about the marijuana to Kant. I sat down and Kant also sat down. When I noticed some small piles of the marijuana on the cement walkway, I wanted to gather it up, but I didn't want to do so in front of Kant.

I knew that Kant had been having trouble with a woman with whom he couldn't get along, and that he was planning to go to Mexico. When I asked him about it, he said that he wasn't yet sure, but that he should know in about a week whether he was going to Mexico.

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