I was in the 70's out with a mixed bunch of 20-30 somethings all smoking pot while I had low nicotine tobacco in a long, cigar shaped pipe, it tasted like bonfire smoke and had no buzz. We were with an old man from the nursing home, Grandma's husband, a guy in a nursing home irl who I never really talked to, one of my old neighbors but my good friend's husband, the one who gave me the German car recently.
They all released their smoke into the air like they could get high from that, they were also drawing though.
One of the guys caught a "king snake" that looked like the colors and markings of a Rottweiler, he was going to grill and eat it, which may have been illegal, smoking pot was for sure.
One of the guys didn't smoke and was asking a few probing questions and I had to take the elderly man back to the nursing home by 7 so I called it a night, and now I knew the guy who wasn't smoking was a cop because he asked me if I was okay to drive. I let him smell my bag, it was obviously tobacco. I said something about it being weak and not even feeling buzzed by it and then asked a girl named Sue to escort me home so we could get to know each other better. She said she couldn't say no to that and I asked her to leave everything because I couldn't have "dope" in my car.
The girl looked like a country girl again, Daisey Dukes, a plaid long sleeve shirt, cowboy boots, blonde curly hair, cute, in her 20's.
I asked if anyone else wanted a ride home, they all said no, I winked at the cop and he looked at me blankly and that was the end of the dream.