Subconscious?

 One of the weirdest dreams I've ever had was the one where somehow I ended up at a bud judging contest that High Times magazine was sponsoring. (I've never read a copy of the magazine and I'm an occasional user at best - occasional meaning once or twice a year.) So I'm wandering around a fairgrounds with all these booths and tables set up, people displaying their buds and people selling art and crafts when all of the sudden there's Tommy Chong.  He comes up to me and he's got a cooked ear of corn.  He tells me he's managed to cross marijuana with corn and this ear of corn will knock me on my ass.  He says I HAVE to try it.  So I'm like where's some butter? I can't eat corn on the cob with no butter.  We start looking around for anyone who has regular butter.  That's when I wake up and am thinking WTF? So I really have no clue what my subconscious has going on apparently.