In a car. A work colleague who has been staying with me for a while is driving.
Driving through countryside to a hill. We walk up the hill and reach a grassy plateau. Friends are there. My visitor has a bag of mushrooms. Someone else has a bottle of wine. I did not know this was a trippy picnic. I do not want to get high and feel I have been left out of the plans. I wonder why people are so inconsiderate towards me.
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