I was in the Gallia County Farmhouse. It seemed my mother was living there and a man who appeared to be her boyfriend was also living there with her. I was in a bedroom which was on the ground floor, where the living room was supposed to be. I remembered I had hidden the marijuana somewhere, but I couldn't remember where. I began looking for the pot; finally I looked out the window and noticed some tiny cellophane baggies of marijuana lying on the ground outside. It looked as if I had put the two large bags (which I had stolen) on the window sill and as if they had fallen outside, spilling out the smaller baggies. It also looked as if the bags had been run over with a lawnmower, probably by my mother.