you know how dreams dont need to make sense, this one didnt. But I dreamed i was at a friggin Ryan Adams concert with my old buddy Kurt, and for some reason I had a bag of weed in my lap, and I was trying to transfer the weed into a new baggie to give it to Kurt. In doing so, it must have been taking me too long because Kurt just reached over and grabbed the bag of weed and said “lets go”..

turns out, in my dream, for some reason we were gonna return this bag of weed to the person we bought it from, so i dont know if it was shitty weed or what. But I just remember handling the weed and riding back to return it. I think i woke up after that.

Word.