The unopened doors. They led away from my what, was that a hotel room? A condo? These doors opened into, was that a food service area? A cold, desolate bank of elevators?
On the one hand, I was thinking, This doesn’t feel right, I don’t know where these go. But then I was also thinking, if I can get from here to there, then someone else—they—can get from there to here, so I should open these doors, which I’ve never done before, if for no other reason than to figure out where they go and who might be on the other side sometimes coming into my space.
What were these doors, and why had I never noticed them? Was this not my home, not my place of dwelling but in fact some place I had never spent a night before?
It was a dream, so it didn’t add up, naturally. I’ll say. I’m high. I just smoked some of Cresco’s Gas Station Sushi. It had cedar notes, which is unusual; I can’t remember remarking on cedar notes in any other strain.
What I smoked I smoked as a cigarette. It burned fast but it smoked just alright. It didn’t hit that hard. The draw was tight. I don’t know if that’s because I put too much bud in the roll or if the grass itself was flawed in some way. If I recall correctly, this Gas Station Sushi had a package date strikingly close to its date of harvest. Maybe it wasn’t fully cured.
Whatever the case might be, it’s now an hour after I smoked that joint and I am still high. This stuff is a little trippy. I’ve never seen a clear breakdown of the lineage on Gas Station Sushi. I have read that it is a Kush Mints cross. Which is curious because Gas Station Sushi is a sativa. It’s marketed as a sativa and it is widely considered one of the best and raciest sativas sold from dispensaries in Illinois.
Weeds of Grass 