Drug Dreams?

Again?
This is odd.

Last night, I dreamt I was sitting in a circle.
I won't say who was there, you probably know who you are. (:
I felt strange, but comfortable.
As though it were regular to be this way.
To be sitting in a smoke-filled room.
With people I couldn't name and possibly didn't know.
Except you two.
I could recite your full names and birthdays...
At least after I'd woken up.
For the moment I was dreaming I could have sworn I'd never seen you before.
That I'd never sat in this circle with you.
That'd I'd never shared a joint with you.
But it all felt so familiar.
Like I'd done it a million times.
As if I did it every weekend.
Maybe every day.
Who knew.
I sure didn't.
All I knew is that the sweet smelling air in the room was a product of the smoke.
And that my turn was coming.
My fingers itched with anticipation.
I was already lightheaded.
A product of the smoke or had I already gone?
I didn't know.
The kid next to me inhaled deeply and blew out a cloud of blue-grey smoke a moment later.
His mouth had seemed delicate around the smoke.
Something told me I knew him.
But after I'd woken up I couldn't remember his face.
Only his mouth, curled to perfection around the smoke he sent out.
My fingers clenched down on it as he passed it.
It tasted strange in my mouth, but familiar.
The end glowed bright as I breathed in a long breath.
Savoring the taste in my mouth, I held the smoke longer than necessary.
When I finally let go it came out like a sigh, soft and relaxed.
I passed it.