March 2nd, 2007


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Dreamed last night that I was in jail for several weeks. Was quite bored. And then my sentence was over and Lesley and Rellish picked me up and took me to the Melrose Diner for my first free lunch.

For most of the time I was in jail, I couldn't remember why I was there. But when I was leaving, I remembered: I had gotten crazy drunk. Except that even in the dream I didn't remember being drunk; I just remembered having woken up somewhere I hadn't expected to be, in clothes I didn't recognize. And apparently I had done something quite stupid while drunk, something jail-worthy. Except even in the dream I didn't know what it was, I didn't ask Lesley, and she didn't volunteer the information.

See, y'all? This is why I don't drink. I'd end up blacking out and then thrown in jail! Or something. Yeah, anyone want to take a stab at what this dream "means"?