Wow, that's too kind man! If it get's too bad I can get some from my aunt and uncle who both have a med card. I could even buy some from an old friend, but the last time I did, his Amnesia Haze totally fucked me up, so I avoided it for a long time.
Oh and I actually also do dream when I'm smoking weed. Mostly just a bit less intense and I often don't remember it, once I wake up. The best part about dreams, wheter sober or not, is getting to see my dad, who I really miss since he passed away in 2019. One of my favourite memories of him is how he showed me around Amsterdam for the first time when I was 19. First we had a fancy hotel, but they only had a room for 3 nights... so we wasted half a day to find another one for the last night. The one we got was more like a crack house instead of a hotel. You couldn't lock the door, because somebody kicked it in previously. Some kind of pesticide was used on the beds and there were all kinds of creepy bugs and shit were all around. Still we smoked heavily until late into the night and kept laughing our asses off. I slept for maybe 3 or 4 hours. The next day we were just happy that nobody attempted to rob us and that we weren't eaten alive by the bugs. We didn't really check out and just rushed out of the place at 8am in the morning. Appearantly we could have gotten a breakfast out of the deal but obviously that wasn't an option for us, in a shithole like that. Then we camped out at some coffeeshop for some more ours. When we sat in the taxi to the airport and the driver asked us how we liked our trip, I almost teared up from joy because it was like having one of the best times of my life, and I got to spend it with my best friend and the greatest person I've ever known.