Night of January 4, 2014. Saturday.
The setting is solely the porch of an older brother's house in La Crosse (half-brother on mother's side, Earl). I have hardly ever dreamt of this particular location, though, even though I had been there quite often - in fact, it took a moment to realize that it was not a composite of two different places (Loomis and Barolin porches). The people on the porch include myself, a different brother than above (half-brother on mother's side, Dennis), an unknown relative (but possibly either brother-in-law Verdell or aforementioned brother Earl), and eventually a younger unknown male. There are also people (police or security guards) outside about half a block away at one point, in the last part of my dream.
It is late at night, possibly just before midnight. I hardly ever have dreams about any kind of drug use (especially personal) but this one features some sort of plant that is smoked. From what I have heard/read, I have opposite experiences than others under such conditions and smoking this plant actually makes my dream more and more vivid (and realistic) and stable. I am not one hundred percent sure, but the plant seems to be called "Havarti" (or similar), which is actually a kind of cheese (yet also vaguely similar to my wife's maiden name). Still, it is not rare for me to have bizarre forms of word misuse in my dreams, as I once dreamt that a "Jacuzzi" (hot tub trademark) was a type of human-like (and somewhat vampiric) monster. I suspect that it may be a corruption of "Havana", a type of cigar, possibly with an Australian accent corrupting it to "Havaner".
At any rate, the unknown male mentions something to Dennis about what he is doing and Dennis seems very annoyed, saying, "There are plants to smoke besides marijuana!" I actually attempt to smoke a cigarette of the particular plant on my own. What follows is quite intriguing. After a time, I blow out a cloud of fire and black smoke. Each primarily conical cloud of very thick black smoke is about two feet long and stays in the air in a near-solid but somewhat morphing impression with a narrow "band" of fire directly underneath, but sometimes more around, almost like a piece of rainbow "stuck" horizontally on the underside of the cloud at times. It sometimes vaguely reminds me somewhat of candy corn in afterthought, or perhaps fire agate, and is quite beautiful, each thick "cloud" hovering for a few minutes before dissipating. However, the point/narrower end is opposite to where I am exhaling from and circularly larger near my face, which seems wrong and reverse to what it would be otherwise (similar to if a bullhorn had the larger end towards you).
Each exhale event (which is almost like vomiting but without the unpleasant sensations), which produces the same sort of black cloud and underside-to-circular fire-banding each time, causes a very intense side-to-side vibration in my body and a strange pressure in my head (though the light and thin stream of fire does not burn coming out). (A couple of the clouds do look a bit more like floating holograms of fire agate - even with the "bubbly" surface and eventual morphing shapes.) It is almost like an actual shaking in the environment but restricted to the perception within my body only - I say this because no one else seems to notice any shaking of the porch's floor or walls. Over time, I seem to smoke about three of these cigarettes with about four or five exhales of each, becoming more stabilized and aware within my dream each time, yet somehow still not being lucid (it is likely too vivid to be seen as a dream, eventually - it is finally easily as real as real life in perceptual terms and body awareness). I am not quite sure what to think but get a slight impression that my body is in a very "high" state of well-being regarding waves of energy moving to their most extreme distances through all tissues and outer muscular surfaces - even all of the integumentary system - very oddly, it also seems my lung capacity is three or four times what it is in real life, which is quite exhilarating when I breathe. I am not even sure why I am doing this. There was a recent dream where a seemingly homeless or poor person was trying to sell me fire agates and a few other types.
Eventually, a young male comes onto the porch. He may be as young as twelve, yet seems to be running from security guards from a business on that street, east of where we are, or perhaps police. He wants to smoke what we are smoking. When he inhales on a full new cigarette, the entire outer surface (except nearest his fingers) becomes suddenly bright red and sizzling with sparking embers - and my brother tells him to take it slowly - but the one entire cigarette had already been used up with that one act of inhaling. There is some talk about why the authorities are after him but it is not quite clear - it may have something to do with being on business grounds after hours or trying to steal something. Not much happens after this. I eventually relax more and "fade out" from the extraordinarily vivid dream. I am not a smoker (of anything) in real life.