Dream, dream, dream...

So, last night I had a dream where I was in prison, for some crime I didn't commit (even in the dream world). Murder, I think. Except the prison I went to was some kind of 'our best behaved prisoners' prison. They were allowed to do things like have picnics outside, and not be locked in their cells most of the time, so long as they didn't leave the facility in general.
Except recently there was a riot involving some of them and some of another group, but the people who instigated it were both killed in the riot. Anyway, over a meal I was talking to the other prisoners, as the 'new guy' I was the focus of the questions, and I recall thinking that I wasn't much like any of them, but I could probably get along with them.
Then we all went out on a bus trip for a picnic. It was a little odd.

Bah

Must really be more vigilant about running for the remote control when daytime talk shows are on. Sometimes I'm lazy and just let it run in the background while I do other stuff... but most of the time I do that I wind up getting remarkably depressed at the state of the world as viewed through that particular lens, even keeping in mind that it's (most likely) not really like that. :P

Yawn...

So, I sit here, bored, waiting for my last 3 hour class of the day, so I can get home. To occupy my time, I figured I'd share about the ( book I'm reading )

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And that ate up about 10 minutes of time.