Given my opposition of the ruling party of this great
country of ours, last night I dreamt that the Feds were after me,
and that this guy from elementary school whom I hated sold me out.
(He was a cop, and he set me up so that it looked like I was trying
to bribe him.) Part of the dream involved running onto the freeway
(which, now that I think about it, reminds me of the 101 near
Candlestick 3Com Park), facing on-coming traffic, and
dodging cars. Eventually, somehow, N retrieved me. I also remember
having conversations in Tagalog.
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