don't step on my pain

i'm pretty sure i dreamt of los angeles today. WAIT. wait. it's coming back to me. Yeah. I remember now. I was in a random wooden shop. It felt like a random part of japantown in LA, and it was near the hotel too. (this place didn't exist, but it was around a place that did exist). mhmh. i was buying weed, it was a dispensary. I remember that. I remember i got out and my colleague from work was there? And he was guarding it from my parents, and he was chatting with my mom?? about what, idk. but then he looked at me like. LETS GO and i said yeah, i got what i needed i just bought some soda, let's go. (they also sold like...normal candies and stuff?) and my mom was like uh ok?? 

i don't remember what happened after. the next dream i remember is... different. 

you were there, and we were watching tv. i don't know where we were, but we were sitting on a couch, side by side. your leg touched mine and you were nuzzling your head into my shoulder. and i felt uncomfortable. i remember how uncomfortable i felt. but there were no butterflies, there was no love. i felt uncomfortable. and when i woke up, i was just glad you weren't there anymore.