wickedflea | (no subject)

I dreamed about being trapped at some sort of shindig with a bunch of mountain rednecks in southwest Virginia. I guess we were squatting in somebody's house, 'cuz we got kicked out. Then we were driving down some gravel road and saw some dude laid out on the side of the road. I thought he was dead, but the boys told me that was just Earl, and he was just drunk and always passed out on the road. But then five-oh stopped us and questioned us about his death. Soon enough, however--the same day, I think--I was exonerated on all charges. I showed off my official "not guilty" form for all to see. Then, on my way into my apartment building, some crazy youngster had try to lif my wallet.

There was also some kind of nonsense involving Harry Potter and the women who love him.