August 21, 2001
Dreams. Jail. Dreams of Jail.
Eh, I had a bad dream last night... I was in jail for two years. I don't even know why. For some reason, I had a fairly nice cell to myself (if you can call any jail cell "nice") -- I guess I had friends in high places -- but it still freaked me out. Then when I got out, I didn't know anybody. My "friends" didn't remember me, nor did my family. Eh. Now I'm tired, since I didn't get much sleep.
Posted by bard at August 21, 2001 10:36 PM
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