April 29, 2003

Age 22

This dream is hilarious. In it, I was in a prison cell with a friend (Teryn) on the Las Vegas strip. The strip was strange, though, because it was very narrow and had buildings and people dressed resembling Gangs of New York, something turn-of-the century.

Sitting in our prison cell, I realized the window was glass, so I broke it with my elbow, and we climbed out. We saw in the distance our jailor and decided we needed to hide. We ran into an old botique, and I dressed in drag as a southern belle. We then ran down the sidewalk away from the jail to our escape.

That's when I woke up.