sheer potentiality

Last night, I had a rather strange dream. I went to Quiznos, and ordered the same sub I usually order, but the person making it (an old, white-haired woman, quite unlike the young college-age women and men who work there in real life) screwed it up and blamed me. (The place also looked radically different than it does in real life.) So I went back later to complain to the manager, who just happened to be Russian President Vladimir Putin. He would keep getting distracted, and I was too distracted and nervous to state myself clearly. All of a sudden, a big dark-haired man hit me and wrestled me to the ground, blaming me for the death of his girlfriend. (This bit is a little less random than it seems. I can elaborate privately.)

EDIT: No, I never killed anyone’s girlfriend.

Tags: dream

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