psychodelic dream!

It's the end of the world!
 
 I'm on a trip with my family to Canada, I walk into an enormous movie theater, I order a soda.                                                         The waitress asks me if I have the money to pay for it, I look in my wallet and find two quarters.    I ask her to take it back and  then I remember my debit card,  I open my black leather wallet again and pull it out.        I ask what she has to eat but she just walks away with the drink. 

I walk to the bathroom and see Shawn from my old job (we were never friends) working in the hallway, I run towards him and give him a giant hug.  "Buddy"! I yell, you smoke weed?    He said he never did, we walk to find some weed and see the thin guy from superbad. I know him somehow, we greet.
I go down into this room down the stairs (there's glass covering 50% of the entrance from the top down the doorway is 4ft high).
So I force myself to fit through and walk downstairs, I find half an Oz and put it in my pocket.  
 I get stuck in the door, a chick thinks I'm a zombie. She walks over and I yell I'm not a zombie! She tries to help me by breaking the glass (4in thick) she does after kicking straight down on it. 

I leave and our group walks through the streets, we see four chicks sitting on a car and low roof, thin dares me to date one, I say "whatever" and walk to the girl on the very left and ask "do you want to go on a date?". She jumps off the low roof and said "I don't know you", So we keep walking, it's night time and Shawn asks if he can smell the weed so I pass the bag and he shakes it into his hands. 

I see a police station and think we should steal some weed from the evidence locker but the guy's are too scared so they talk me out of it. We enter a building, I find the kitchen and see weed sand materials we can use for a pipe. "Guys get over here!".

I wake up: That's when my friend's fucking phone rings and I wake up!