Dream 543: Drug Bar

03.30.2018 § Leave a comment

Touch the handful of little smoothed-edged hollow square prism metal bars, get drugged. Better keep them away from the dog.

A bag of old candy is found, some of it potentially rotting (candy can do that?)

I’ve stolen a guitar from an older guy who still lives with his parents down the block. I stole it out of his pickup truck in his driveway while he was hanging out in his opened garage. So he saw me and chased me and caught me.

Now my parents are saving my ass, sitting him and his friend down on the couch in our family room, forcing me to pay for my mistake by selling him my favorite vinyl records and clippings of photography from my newspaper collection. The original guy is Carlos, I can see now, way older and grungier than me.

Our entire basement has become a curving tunnel of room after room of differently themed collectables.


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