Second hand smoke

I am standing in a tacky kitchen. There is a woman standing there talking to me. People are in the basement below me hanging out. I guess that the woman is one of their moms. I look down and see a stream of smoke coming out of a round hole in the floor the size of a pencil. I know it is dope smoke. I want to go downstairs and smoke or dive to my knees, put my mouth over the hole and deeply inhale the smoke. But I know I have to stay there and keep talking to the woman. I finally go downstairs and Sharon and some strange guy want me to chip in to get a stash for New Years. They say they need 20 times 2.