Blog My odd dream about touring a marijuana distribution business

I had this strange dream awhile back. When I woke it was still remarkably clear, so I wrote down some notes about it.

First thing I remember is I was in a run-down, older house out in the country. The place was dingy but tidy and organized. There were woods behind it and a creek between the woods and the house. A long driveway extended from the opposite side of the house and was lined with trees on one side and corn on the other until it met the main road.

I've no idea why I was there, but people seemed to be kind of giving me a tour and showing me how the operation worked. The operation being a huge international marijuana distribution network. The leader was a short, dark-complected man with a beard; but I don't remember seeing his face. Maybe I was looking to get into the business and they were showing me the ropes? Don't know, that was never clear.

What was clear was their unconventional business practices. It started with the greenhouse attached to the back of the house that contained no plants. Instead it had a big map, and people standing around discussing where distribution centers would be set-up and what their estimated sales volume would be. Distributor locations were marked with a cylinder of compressed weed wrapped in tinfoil, and sliced into sections like sushi...then pinned to the map at the specified locations. The volume of the location was indicated by the diameter of the "marijuana sushi" section. Everyone eventually agreed upon the locations and volume.

Next we walked through the kitchen. Nothing weird there, just a bunch of people standing around drinking coffee and hot cocoa. We ended up in the call center. Where weed orders were called in. Apparently they distribute a catalog or something. I only saw one up close, but the call center operators were all lined up down the center of an excessively long, dark room. Each operator was in a glass enclosure about 2 feet deep, 5 feet across, and as tall as the room. They had no chairs, thus making it so most them sat on the ground with their back against one short wall. The one phone representative I saw up close was attractive, fairly short with a cute face and wearing a dark pink mini-skirt and light brown top. She had short dark hair and she wasn't skinny, but not fat either. Pretty much an average figure, but large in the chest department. The operators had no computer or writing instrument, so I have no clue how they actually took the orders.

I also got to see how the weed was packaged for sale. It was sold in foil packs, similar in nature but about twice the size of condom wrappers. Inside each foil pack there was a "mat" of weed about 2"x3" and about 1/16th of an inch thick. Apparently these people took the plants and kinda shredded them then pressed them into thin mats and cut out squares to sell. They rolled well, I guess. I opened a few of the foil packets, and a few had the weed mats in them...but then one had a bunch of miscellaneous small bills ($1s, $5s, $10s) totaling around $25 and a note about how the weed packer ran out of weed mats, but had to fill his quota of foil packs, so he put in money for the value of the weed instead and said that he was sorry for any inconvenience this had caused.

There were a few other odd things, like the fact that they shipped everything in labeled semi-trucks and the fact that all distribution centers were wired to explode if cops were detected nearby. Not sure how they detected cops as opposed to other humans, or what advantage there is to simply exploding when they're detected instead of maybe warning the people inside to leave?

It was pretty interesting. But I'm glad my subconscious doesn't run a drug distribution business because it has some fucked-up ideas on how to run a business. Explode when a cop approaches...brilliant!