hi there

last night i had a weird dream

where my parents and i lived in this really really fancy expensive house 

that we were able to afford 

because my mom was harvesting opium in the backyard 

but she'd found some weird strain of it

so it just looked like wheat and sunflowers

the feds came in though

and tried to bust us 

but i wound up taking the "rap" for it 

because i left my pipe on my giant down comforter

(btw, the bed in that room was so nice)

(i seriously wouldn't have even been able to actually leave it)

(it was like one of those where the box-frame is partly in the floor)

(and it was like, enormous)

(fuck i wish that was my real bed)

they took me in

(which is kind of extreme for a used pipe with like no actual weed in it)

and i got really bummed on the ride to the station

i remember thinking 

"that room got so much natural light"

"this is a real tragedy"

and the dream stopped before i made it to jail

been remembering my dreams a lot more lately

seems like a good sign

this has been the dave update