Sitting in a circle outdoors with friends Ali, August and others. Ali produces a bag of reefer and we each pull out a nug to disassemble for the preparation of a bomber. We deposit the finely separated plant material onto a large leaf in the middle. When we are through, August pours a dollop of his apple juice onto the small pile. We are not angry at him but question why he did such a thing. He doesn't know. I reach into my pocket and pull out my small stash jar. When I open it up I find that half of my stash is missing and in addition, the jar is full of water. Very peculiar.
We then go on a walk. It is a warm, sunny day and we're strolling under a line of eucalyptus trees. Somehow over the course of the next few minutes, one of our group is mysteriously kidnapped by a discarnate entity. We then enter into negotiation with the noncorporeal being through the medium of shamanic rituals. Ali acts as the prime mediator. I remember standing in a line beneath the trees as a our surroundings became blurred in a cold fog and a hurricane wind blew at our bodies, but our success or failure was lost in the dream memory of this morning's awakening.