January 22, 2002
In this dream I had last night, a bunch of coworkers and I were out having lunch. We weren't downtown; we were in Shadayside (4 miles away). But since it was a dream, that made sense. Anyway a car pulls over to the side of Walnut St. a hundred feet or so from us, and one of my coworkers says rather nonchalantly, "that guy's selling pot."
Me and two of my coworkers decide what the hell (in real life, none of us has ever tried the stuff) and walk over. We each buy a little baggie's worth and start to walk back to the group. Then two of the account managers walk up to us. "Hey, what are you guys doing?"
"Uh, nothing."
"Good. Neither are we." Then they talk to the guy in the car, pass in some money and walk away with two big baggies' worth.
Then my alarm went off. I'm kinda curious as to where this one would've gone...
