Once I was tripping. A very powerful marijuana cookie. I was walking in a field. A few friendly disembodied voices chattering at me, about my life and such. I

Once I was tripping. A very powerful marijuana cookie. I was walking in a field. A few friendly disembodied voices chattering at me, about my life and such. I call them "spirits". Terrible drymouth. Kept sipping from my canteen. It didn't help. One of the spirits said, "you have drymouth, not because you are dehydrated, but because you injested marijuana. Chew on a blade of grass and that'll fix it". So I plucked a blade of grass, put it in my mouth and chewed. That fixed the drymouth.