I dreamed pot was growing everywhere... in the fields, in the city, everywhere! Instead of grass and flower it's was pot plants! But in my dream I couldn't manage to grab some leaves... I was like paralized.
Nothing yet... I never smoked pot. I'm planning to do it soon though. Antarctic? Montreal is not that cold, you know...
there's all sorts of things everywhere. different places not all the same thing. but there are, how to say, every thing that pot might symbolise, there is everywhere some thing, in each place, every place, there is are, something, that is like that. people look without seeing. or just don't bother to look. i'm not sure which. people hide things from themselves because they think, not really all the way inside, but the near surface inner dialog, saturated from ambient social coersion, that so many other things are more important, then seeing with their own eyes and analysing with their own mind instead of someone else's hand me down assumptions. all this static that is called cummunication, that communicates nothing, this is the invissible barrier that sometimes hinders the hand that can't see beyond it. it's like a hall of mirrors, this pseudocommunication that is called human society. but you know there's more out there; rocks, trees, even if we're where there is only pure spirit, still there is so much more then our collective selves. so much more that all of us togather are just a small part of all that surrounds us. =^^= .../\...