Jun.2.2001

The dream takes place in this house on one block. I'm living next door to a black family. One day I go over and am hanging out with the kids. The mother isn't home, its just a brother and a sister, my age. We're hanging out smoking pot. The brother's cute, I like him.
I go back home, where either Vida or Jessica lives. There's a bunch of confusion and chaos. Jess doesn't want to deal with her mom, who's in the kitchen, and there's anxiety. It's a very small kitchen, crowded and messy, and her mom is cooking with many pans. It's hot and steamy.
I step out and go next door to see if they want to smoke a blunt. There are people over, but the brother goes for a walk around the block with me. I have a joint, but the weed keeps falling out, so I have to reroll it. I sit down on the edge of this one lawn, but the guy tells me that we can't roll it there, because the woman who lives there is mean and hates marijuana. We keep moving, having trouble finding a place to roll it.