Since my parents were out of the house, I took the opprotunity to dig up a dutch master cigar I buried the night before on my way home for reasons unknown ( I got back from Pineapple express). It was pretty broken, but I gutted it and savaged the wrap, using my skills to make a halfsized blunt.
I get a call from a friend, and he was on his way to pick me up. We head off to his house and decided to go downtown to search for a mysterious aztec herb known as colea zatachichi, (a drug enducing lucid dreams). We hurry our way to the nearest headshop, and find a bag labeled "dream drug". Unsure of its real content, and not being able to get any info from the stoned store owners, we walked down the street to the public library, and although all the free computers were taken, we snuck into the children's section and used their computer. I gave my friend cover, and he checked erowid. A MATCH! It was the right stuff. We go back, load up a cart of lighters, wraps, and dream drug, and get charged halfprice because the store owners were again, blazed as shit.
We excitedly hurry back to his house. We stashed the contents, and on a whim, drove to the nearest mall. Exploring a forest, and lighting a bluntizzle, and get lost in the forest for about 2 hours. After the trek we emerge from the forest deep, and the munchies strike. I get the most delicious mocha drink ever, my friend finds a book on "how t oblow" and obnoxiously recites blowjob facts around the mall.
We then rushed home, my friend intended to go to an auction to buy antiques for resale, but we missed the opening by seconds.
That night, we roll 2 blunts of this dream herb, and brew dream herb tea as well. We sipped the tea, and it was the nastiest brew I've ever had the chance to taste. Worst than the strongest alcohol. Then we walk about, smoke maybe 8 bowls of the dream herb, then the blunts, and got destroyed by the heaviest smoke and shittiest taste. We seperate ways, and I go home to bed. I was definitely feeling something, but it wasn't intense in any way. I get into bed and start to drift off into dreams of flying giant eagles and walking through jungle paths, when some fucking kid calls me to tell me his house is open and he wants to drink vodka and play video games.
NO WAY JOSE. All I could see in that future was being raped. Not my style.
I tried going back to bed, but my dreams were ruined. I didn't lucid dream at all too. All in all a crazy day.