Fragments

I had a really weird dream this morning, but I had to get to work so I didn't have time to write it down. I only remember a tiny bit of it now =(

I was in the back seat of a car with some people, I think driving to Rutgers at night. We got pulled over in one of those drunk test zone things, and for some reason the officer asked everyone to get out of the car so he could search us. Of course I had two bags of weed in my pocket, so when i got out i tried to throw them under the car. I had done a poor job and when the officer walked over to my side of the car he noticed them.
I don't know what happens after that part, but I know the cop let us go without charging us.
The only part I remember from the rest of the dream was meeting John F. Kennedy. I shook his hand and he was smiling at me intensely.

It seems like all of my dreams are weed related, and a lot of them have me almost getting or getting caught. Also this was another third person dream. I feel like when I have a third person dream I'm not really dreaming but just thinking about something. I know it's not real but I'm also not in control of it.