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"?
