Had another vivid dream. This one was weird.
I was in prison. I had gotten out to get all my stuff back and I was happy to be out. I was going about my day when I got into a car collision. I knew I was going back to prison then. I couldn’t find the person I hit, but I knew I was going back to prison. So the next morning, I went down to the police station, turned in my things and took a seat waiting to be sentenced. But as I sat there, I could not remember why I was sitting there. I was really struggling to remember why I was sitting there. What I had done seemed so minor. I thought maybe I shouldn’t be going to prison. Why was I here? Would the judge be lenient on me? Why was I –?
Alarm went off.