This was vivid and I remember lots of details. About two months ago I dreamed that I went to a very easy going jail in the farmlands. There were mostly old people and we seemed to all be there as a way to get over certain parts of our egos.
Last night- I was again in a small farm towns jail, only there were less people and it was about ganja. Somehow my friend Maura was a part of it. She felt bad, and I think she was part of the cause of getting me there. So she came and visited me right away and brought me a 12pack of green tea sencha in cans. I was only to stay there over night, and oddly enough I was allowed a conjugal visit, cause while she was there it became sexy time : ). Only she morphed into another character or girlfriend that I did not recognize in waking. The whole building was a log cabin. There were about 6 other inmates and we all had our own rooms, they were nice and they were coed. An odd thing in this whole experience. I was happy the whole time. Like not mad I was there. not mad at Maura. I was happy the whole time. Like I was there like Emerson for political reasons. only it just was. no other reason. Maybe I was also happy it was only going to be 1 night.
Synopsis- If I ever go back to the burn or travel cross country I am going to remain on the clear end of things in all driving situations. Oh well. better safe than in a small town jail.