Amsterdam dream
Posted: Tue 9th Aug 2005 09:50 pm
Alright, mod's or admins, you can move this to where ever, but I think it goes with traveling.
Anyways, last night I had the perfect dream that I was in Amsterdam. It started out with me getting into a fight at dinner with my dad, and then moved on to the next day walking down one of the famous street's that have coffee shops left and right. Anyways, the dream then skips to my dad and I in a coffee shop over looking the street in mid after noon. We have tea and we start talking about what we want to do. He looks at a map and I told him we should get some mushrooms and go to VONDEL park. I am looking at the map and notice a small park with my dads name called SCOTT T**** (censored) park. I show it to him, and he goes no shit lets totally go there tommorow. I notice with my tea I some how ordered a gram of some sort of nice pot, and ask my dad if he brought his pipe from Newyork with him, he looked at me crazy and said no.
I then told him I'd go to the main bar and barrow a bowl or bong, he looked at me with a grin and I went and got it. I remember in my dream being nice to the people that worked there, which I would be because Amsterdam is fucking awesome and one of my favorite citys in the whole world. Anyways, I ask this lady for one of the bowls, she spoke dutch and little english and though I was trying to ask for a beer. She then got a guy that spoke a lot more english and he then pulled out 4 bowls, one was a bright orange color and I said I'd keep my American I.D. there as Colateral <-- spelling?, and that I wouldnt take off with it. He scanned my I.D. with some sort of lazer thing you see at check out counters here in the states and said for me to hold on he was checking to see if my I.D. is clean. It was, and I made my way back to the table.
I sat down with my dad and he alright broke the bud up, and had some of the gram in a flim tube (the black ones with the gray tops) which I saw open. He had the weed broken up and he took a hit. He then exhaled and gave me the holy shit look, like the ones you get sipping a fine wine or something, and said "THIS SHIT TASTES LIKE PURE CANDY!".
I then awoke from my dream as we were on the way to the smart shop to buy shrooms. I was so totally pissed about it.
Anybody dream of travels to amsterdam and knowing you wont get there for a while?. Sorry if there are more errors in spelling up there!.
Anyways, last night I had the perfect dream that I was in Amsterdam. It started out with me getting into a fight at dinner with my dad, and then moved on to the next day walking down one of the famous street's that have coffee shops left and right. Anyways, the dream then skips to my dad and I in a coffee shop over looking the street in mid after noon. We have tea and we start talking about what we want to do. He looks at a map and I told him we should get some mushrooms and go to VONDEL park. I am looking at the map and notice a small park with my dads name called SCOTT T**** (censored) park. I show it to him, and he goes no shit lets totally go there tommorow. I notice with my tea I some how ordered a gram of some sort of nice pot, and ask my dad if he brought his pipe from Newyork with him, he looked at me crazy and said no.
I then told him I'd go to the main bar and barrow a bowl or bong, he looked at me with a grin and I went and got it. I remember in my dream being nice to the people that worked there, which I would be because Amsterdam is fucking awesome and one of my favorite citys in the whole world. Anyways, I ask this lady for one of the bowls, she spoke dutch and little english and though I was trying to ask for a beer. She then got a guy that spoke a lot more english and he then pulled out 4 bowls, one was a bright orange color and I said I'd keep my American I.D. there as Colateral <-- spelling?, and that I wouldnt take off with it. He scanned my I.D. with some sort of lazer thing you see at check out counters here in the states and said for me to hold on he was checking to see if my I.D. is clean. It was, and I made my way back to the table.
I sat down with my dad and he alright broke the bud up, and had some of the gram in a flim tube (the black ones with the gray tops) which I saw open. He had the weed broken up and he took a hit. He then exhaled and gave me the holy shit look, like the ones you get sipping a fine wine or something, and said "THIS SHIT TASTES LIKE PURE CANDY!".
I then awoke from my dream as we were on the way to the smart shop to buy shrooms. I was so totally pissed about it.
Anybody dream of travels to amsterdam and knowing you wont get there for a while?. Sorry if there are more errors in spelling up there!.