Tonight it was a new one. Oh, yes. The police came because I had some pot. Even though I don't even smoke pot. But they came, a very big man and a woman police officer, and busted me. It was going to be jail, but they let me off with a warning. It was quite specific, down to their blue Quebec uniforms. As if they were in my living room RIGHT NOW, just as I type, waiting for me to finish this post.
Christ alive, what is going on with my brain that I dream these things? Can anyone tell me?
I'm freaking here. Enough with the nightmares.
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