bear with me, or not...

 

the police had come round to where i worked, for some reason they were talking to Bukey. but anyway, i could see that they were going round ppl. and i was remembering i had a baggy in the car with some 'stuff' in it, and was thinking how to get rid of that if they came to my car with me.

 

I was sitting at a caffeteria desk waiting for them to get round to me....then realised (in my dream) that i had been playing with the cardboard from a ket wrap for a few minutes. (?!?!) so i got rid of that and actually remember blowing the pile of powder that had fallen onto the floor, so it wasn't a pile of powder anymore.

 

scary thing was i actually remember thinking, in my dream, that if they came round to me, found stuff in my car and had a go at me, that i was gonna literally explode at them and ask why the [censored] they hadn't been around when i was getting 'criminal' stuff done to me and why the hell they were spending time doing THIS.

 

 

good mornniiiiinnnggggg

Feeling a bit paranoid are we Phil?

i think chris's '[censored] police' post stirred sumthing......sumthing deep...deepp...inside me.

 

now all i need to do is [censored] it out, i'll be fine

I was in someone's dream... Yay! I'm honoured...

 

Anyways, Phil... Guaranteed if they came talking to me I'd try and get rid of them ASAP so they'd never get to you...

 

But what was I doing at your place of work, that's what I want to know? Hmmmm....