Nightly adventures
I often have pretty weird dreams. Not the ha-ha-weird kind, but the not-scary-enough-to-be-called-nightmares-but-rather-umcomfortable-werid kind. Last night's weirdness included:
- searching for a handbag lost by my grandma while I was wearing one of those bright orange prisoner outfits
- spending a horrifying lot of time trying to smooth my hair into something, anything, that wouldn't look like a heap of hay
- getting a tour of some strange place that seemed to consist of nothing but staircases... still wearing the prisoner suit, btw. Some mean girl sniffed about the presence of rabble such as me (there was one more prisoner there, I think), at which I angrily threw something or other at her feet, complained about her intolerance and explained that I was serving only a very minor sentence for a very minor crime... I'd stolen some very minor diamond, it seems.