Woo postal service.
Only two dreams stuck around.
The first was dropping off a friend at lambeth, or at least trying to. But, my car wasn’t where I normally park it, and I was moving it with a remote. For some reason. I ended up scraping the car a little bit, i think, which was really upsetting. Then, I woke up, realized that I hadn’t driven the friend home, and my car was safe. The first time I walked out of the apartment was still a bit disconcerting, though.
The second I remember less. Basically, it seemed to involve trying to convince people to leave / listen to pigs, or they’d get tazered.
Tazered, dude.
