the right to remain silent

so, anyone who knows me knows that i have sleeping problems. last night i was actually sleepy at 9pm, so i went to bed. i didn't have to be up early today or anything, i just wanted to actually sleep...

so i had some crazy dreams last night (and i actually slept for a really long time)..

at one point we are scavenging through a vacant lot at night and find some Soviet era patriotic pins (and a LOT of them...) the police are coming in the distance, and so we scatter... but the police are calling for me specifically. i don't know why, so we just keep going.

Later... i must have been living in a dorm or something, because i'm in my room trying to sleep, and the police come for me. in just my boxers and a t-shirt, i am forced to my knees and hancuffed and accused of... MURDER.

well, they left me with my cell phone, so i was texting everyone that i could get a hold of...

i was being accused of murdering someone that i didn't even know.

i woke up around midnight, and heard outside what sounded like gunshots, ten in all. kinda wishin' i'd called the cops, but it's not like i had much info. hell, one time we heard an explosion in the middle of the night and called the cops, they showed up at our place four hours later. not like we had more info than we told them over the phone.