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I had a wacky dream this morning. (Yes, this MORNING. I didn't wake up until 7:00.) Okay. Here goes. It all starts in Petaluma, although, Petaluma was a barren and desolate desert with various asphalt streaks strewn across its face. I had an accomplice. I have yet to find out who he was or why he was so angstful. Anyway, we had been gambling, because Petaluma is renown for its casinos, and we were driving home with a snowmobile we had won. Something might have happened, but probably didn't, because we were in an argument, and my friend decided to get out of the truck and drive the rest of the way on the snowmobile. All he did was kick up a lot of sand. In our quarrel, I spotted several plastic bags just lying beside the road. For some reason this iterested me greatly. I walked over and picked one up. It was covered in blood, which gave me an idea NOT to open it. Inside was a twenty dollar bill. Soon, my friend and I were grabbing up all the plastic bags we could find and then went careening down the freeway, Trying not to get caught by the drug dealer who wanted his money back. For some reason he knew we had his money, and we knew he knew. After an hour of driving, we came to a bar. The inside looked like a dark Subway. (The restaurant.) I sat down and turned my attention to the person next to me. It was McKenna. She was making fun of me because I had chalk on my forehead. Any-hoo, the dealer beat us there and I had to climb through 3 or 4 ladders to get to the door. He saw me and started shooting at me but I narrowly escaped. Then my cop friends showed up and arrested the guy. I'm fucking weird. I wonder what I was trying to tell myself...