At home, gathering up all my pot-related stuff. There are stealth jets flying very low and fast over the house. I go to a festival that’s just ending and look at the pot-related stuff.
Back home, the jets are still flying over. Al gives me a ceramic pipe, and I break it. I put it on the shelf, and try to hide a very full vial, as the jets are doing surveillance. I close the curtains in the bedroom.
Finally I go up on the roof, and they want to do a pickup using kites as the hook. I get one up, but the wind is shifting. The jet comes slow, and we get on, but it flies through a bunch of trees, by a power line, and lands in a field. We mess around there a bit, then push the jet up a hill and onto a platform so it can get a running start. We go, but it’s not enough and the jet ends up in a pile of hay.