Weird violent pot dream

 

Chico was a town much like your normal college town, post marijuana legalization. With the exception of one restaurant's kitchen policy, anarchy reigned supreme. Pot was being smoked everywhere, and people were gallivanting about unheeding of most traffic laws. 

The one restaurant in question was a pot bar, of all things, but they maintained a strict policy of no walking through the kitchen by anyone other than kitchen staff. It sounds reasonable enough now, but in the dream they were having a hell of a time with people trying to "run the gauntlet" to get from the dining area to the bar by going through the narrow strip of heavily defended territory.

I found myself being turned back after walking past the bright orange cones. I received the standard warning: 

"First time. No problem. Second time we toss you out. Third time, there won't be a third time. We will shoot you before you cross the first cone." 

Sheesh, I just wanted to get to the bar, so I could use the can.

People in the bar were rolling joints with papers about a foot long. I decided to use some standard size Zig Zags and rolled a joint suitable for traveling. It was on my little walkabout that I encountered an out of control person who had a bit of an "accident." 

Already deranged, presumably from all the pot use going on, this guy had gotten himself banged on the head pretty good and was acting like a wild animal and alternately attacking people and crashing into things uncontrollably. One thing led to another, and he found himself dead at my hands.

This was an uncomfortable situation for me, having just killed a man. It was still frowned upon, and questions were going to be asked. I decided the body must be gotten rid of. 

The incident occurred in a shipping and receiving area of the restaurant, so I suggested that the body first be stashed in a drainage pipe in the bathroom. He would fit right in this strangely appropriately sized compartment and we could decide what to do next. My unknown cohorts and I were not thrilled about having to come back later, but it was all we could think of.

Some time in the future, I was still wondering about the body. I was in a class with the other co-conspirators and somehow or another the body had been retrieved and parceled out into random boxes to be shipped via a private trucking company. One particular box was labeled especially to go to a specific place and it was highly critical that it get there. 

Many traffic laws were violated and class rules flaunted in the process of my arriving at the truck to confirm that the label was indeed correct. You know, driving on the wrong side of the freeway, and sitting in other than your assigned seat, those kind of rules.

That's about the sense of it. Not much. Drug use, violence and rebellion. Your typical teenage wilding drama, but with a little guilt thrown in. I was pretty conscientious about the shipping label.