i dremt i dremt (post-gites edition)

i: we were all staying in a house together somewhere, playing games organised by thebopkids, mostly from a booklet written in the 30s printed in white, black and red, a mix of constructivist designs and odd little figurative storypictures -- the game i mainly remember involved two players, each with a fake tongue, one red, one black, very much like one of the decorative bits on the bday cake* graciousviv made for mrs_leroy_brown; by thinking about eating difft foodstuffs you could make the tongue unroll, the winner the one with the longest tongue
ii: at some point i had to go to the local police station to present piratemoggy's passport to them, contained in a little carved wooden box with many of her other effects
iii: the passport was fine but the policeman then became interested in a small textile pocket, which he emptied out
iv: to his delight, it was full of MARIJUANA SEEDS, and he announced this to his fellow cops, who all began saying MARIJUANA in an annoying and silly way
v: he told me piratemoggy would certainly go to prison for three or four years; i said no she wouldn't, because the seeds were mine** (i was very very cross)
vi: the cops now all started mocking my apparent gallantry by imitating gorillas and jumping about the place making ape noises...
vii: ... but when this didn't seem to be swaying me, the cop who found the seeds sighed deeply, put them all back in the bag and said "ok, ok, but don't do it again!" HURRAH!!


*see the little red and black rectangular strips all tiled: the tongues were like this
**which they were not