Many "experts" that I have heard say that dreams are the pathway to the soul. If that is the case, my soul is a trainwreck. I had a dream that woke me up this morning. I was somewhere other than where I live in Jacksonville, at the Super Bowl (hmmmm, could not be more than 31 other places?), and I was there with some of my fraternity brothers (Beta Theta Pi at Georgia Tech).
We had been to dinner and we were having fun and we decided to go to the game. That was when yours truly had had a bit too much to drink and I ended up running into a policeman that had come to my rescue in a previous real experience (I called out 2 police officers to address an unruly neighbor owner). Being a bit tipsy the officer pulled me aside and asked me if I was OK.
I informed the officer that I did not feel well, and that I had confronted another officer earlier (cries for help is what this sounds like) and he did nothing to help me. So this officer took my wallet, did not return it, and I was asked to leave the stadium. When I complied, I realized I had left the stadium without my wallet. How was I to get home eventually, driving or flying? I tried to desperately get back in the stadium, I tried to describe the policeman, but it was pointless, I had to rely on this person to get me my item.
Then I woke up. What does it all mean? I don't know, but it sounds like I had one heckuva day yesterday or week and that I had better cut down on being tipsy, be more respectful to police, and be more responsible citizen in public. Hope I find my wallet!
Jack
Thursday, July 11, 2013
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