Dreamed I was in high school. I had a ton of weed that I had been selling and the place was on lockdown. There were cops all over the place.
I can’t remember why I wasn’t able to flush it down the toilet, but that was out of the question. There was a sort of relaxation room with a convertible futon couch in it and I thought the stash might be safe there, so I hid it between the lower slats. It was still visible from the front, though, and everyone had seen me go in alone so they would know whose weed it was.
Eventually things loosened up and they let us go outside. There were cameras everywhere. I was out back for a while, where the yard connected with a bike path that ran along the river. There was a screen of trees not far along, so I pretended to jog until I had entered the protection of the screen and began to bury the stuff. But then I saw that there were dogs and thought better of that plan.
I went back to join the rest of my peers, and the principal was waiting, talking to the group. He was a real-human Principal Skinner. The cops had been searching bags. I stuffed the baggies down the back of my underwear and crossed my fingers.
In the end, no one was the wiser and we all got to go home.