Cuban Cigar
I'm outside lying on the ground, very chilled and relaxed, laid back on the grass.
Gazing to my right, an older female teacher from the school I work passing by, along with some other people.
As I lie there, I realise that I have a giant Cuban cigar in my right hand. I look at the teacher - we recognise each other for a moment, and I wonder what she'll think of me puffing away on this cigar.
Oh well, I decide, what does it matter anyway. I take the cigar to my lips, and inhale, indulgently, almost recklessly.
Lightning Dreamwork
Good. Free.
The teacher - this is a teacher from my school, somewhat conservative, older.
The cigar - actually I don't usually smoke cigars, but there was something very cool about smoking it in this dream. Definitely a pleasure. It felt like I was completely ignoring any social restrictions, and just enjoying myself the way I'd wanted to.