Marajuana Seaweed

I was on a beach in southern california. It was very sunny out and everything looked kind of gold, like it was evening. I was with a bunch of random and rather shady characters. We were all just relaxing and having a good time. I walked over to the water and noticed that there was a really wierd plant in there. I went and pulled it out, and it was like one of those huge chunks/chains of seaweed that you find, except it was kind of bright green. I realized it was a huge weed plant (weed meaning marajuana). I dragged it up the sand to my group of friends and showed them what I found. They were all amazed, and we all started talking about how we could sell this stuff. I started imagining us buying a house right there on the beach. I looked across the street and saw some run-down apartments. I decided that I didn't exactly want to live right there, but I was sure there were some nice houses somewhere around here.
I was in a store with a lot of beautiful, expensive dresses. I didn't look like myself, I looked like a teenage girl from the 50s. I was walking around just admiring everything in there. A young guy walked in wearing a zoot suit. He sat there and just kind of watched me walking around. After a few minutes he told me he would buy one of these dresses for me. I told him that he really didn't have to do that, but he insisted. I walked closer to him and he held on to me. All of a sudden we were in love with each other.
I was in an airport and getting ready to try and smuggle this marajuana-seaweed stuff. I got through the airport and everything and now I was in Chile (or some other south-american country). I realized that I didn't have my passport with me, and got really scared about getting back. As I realized how screwed I was the place started to look progressively less-friendly. I tried to just think about how much money we were going to make.