Some weird dream that I was some sort of drug dealer. Not small-time shit, this more closely mirrored the movie Blow.
Eventually I was being busted and arrested, but I was also kind of friends with the agent who was investigating me — sort of like in the movie Catch Me If You Can. There was also a lot of water involved. Like, my house was on a river that connected to another river.
At one point, I almost escaped in the river. But he got me. But then he got some board games from my house and explained that he would take them to jail for me, and play them with me, so I wouldn’t be so bored. Uhh, thanks?
“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
– Xavier:Renegade Angel
Mood: coming down with something?
Music: Triptykon – The Prolonging
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