Quere
Bluelighter
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I had a seriously weird dream last night
So I was driving down the road (I don't have a license, let alone know how to drive) and the police pulled me over and informed me they were here to arrest me for murder.
I told them I'm sure i would remember something like that. They said didn't I remember murdering a woman by stuffing flowers and leaves down her throat. I tried to remember and drew a picture of yellow tubular flowers somehow this convinced the two officers that I was innocent because the flowers from the crime were white tubular flowers.
Then the cops went with me to this place in Australia and ate all sorts of different berries and tried different combinations (they were all life changingly delicious). The attractive middle-aged woman (with striking orange hair) who owned the berry place was addicted to the berries because the berries contained benzodiazepines (wtf). I took a large bag (think 2x the size of a fist) of orange benzo berries to go and we left for the police station to try and clear my name.
At some point before arriving we went to my parents house and had something approximating a party until my mum came home and tried to drive her car into the car port/garage under the house despite there already being a car there. As she drove in she pushed the car that was there through the doors into the house and destroyed dad's workshop (where he keeps his tools etc). She said dad was going to be so mad at us (US??? She was the one who destroyed it lol).
So we went to clear my name. Before being allowed to see the police chief we had to wait a while because they thought the fact that their two officers believed I was innocent meant that they were corrupt. Eventually we got in to see them and I talked to them and told them I've been struggling with illness etc and that I worked with plants so it wouldn't be surprising to find plant traces on me which seemed to inspire the police chief and he realized maybe I wasn't the killer (i remember him saying "i just don't like him for it" like they say on police procedural TV shows).
I walked through another part of the station with the police chief and the officers. This part of the station was inexplicably a huge garden with big palm trees and ferns etc. Along the garden path there were packets of benzo-berries buried like land mines that shot out when i walked over them.
This reminded me of my orange benzo-berries so i went to the police storage place where they put your possessions when they arrest you (there were lots of bags of berries and I wasn't sure which was actually mine so I just took one that looked the same size as mine).
Then I went to sit down in some sort of waiting room or foyer in the station and eat some of my benzo-berries and I heard a commotion coming from the door of the room.
An attractive young woman with bright orange hair walked into the room. Somehow I knew she was the 'victim'. She walked up to me while I was sitting on the floor holding my benzo-berries and I stood and said "Hi I'm the guy who was almost convicted with your murder" she smiled and we embraced and the whole police station burst into applause. Turns out she was just missing and was in Australia the whole time.
And then my alarm woke me up.
Oh and the berry-dependent owner of the benzo-berry shop was the victim's mother.
So I was driving down the road (I don't have a license, let alone know how to drive) and the police pulled me over and informed me they were here to arrest me for murder.
I told them I'm sure i would remember something like that. They said didn't I remember murdering a woman by stuffing flowers and leaves down her throat. I tried to remember and drew a picture of yellow tubular flowers somehow this convinced the two officers that I was innocent because the flowers from the crime were white tubular flowers.
Then the cops went with me to this place in Australia and ate all sorts of different berries and tried different combinations (they were all life changingly delicious). The attractive middle-aged woman (with striking orange hair) who owned the berry place was addicted to the berries because the berries contained benzodiazepines (wtf). I took a large bag (think 2x the size of a fist) of orange benzo berries to go and we left for the police station to try and clear my name.
At some point before arriving we went to my parents house and had something approximating a party until my mum came home and tried to drive her car into the car port/garage under the house despite there already being a car there. As she drove in she pushed the car that was there through the doors into the house and destroyed dad's workshop (where he keeps his tools etc). She said dad was going to be so mad at us (US??? She was the one who destroyed it lol).
So we went to clear my name. Before being allowed to see the police chief we had to wait a while because they thought the fact that their two officers believed I was innocent meant that they were corrupt. Eventually we got in to see them and I talked to them and told them I've been struggling with illness etc and that I worked with plants so it wouldn't be surprising to find plant traces on me which seemed to inspire the police chief and he realized maybe I wasn't the killer (i remember him saying "i just don't like him for it" like they say on police procedural TV shows).
I walked through another part of the station with the police chief and the officers. This part of the station was inexplicably a huge garden with big palm trees and ferns etc. Along the garden path there were packets of benzo-berries buried like land mines that shot out when i walked over them.
This reminded me of my orange benzo-berries so i went to the police storage place where they put your possessions when they arrest you (there were lots of bags of berries and I wasn't sure which was actually mine so I just took one that looked the same size as mine).
Then I went to sit down in some sort of waiting room or foyer in the station and eat some of my benzo-berries and I heard a commotion coming from the door of the room.
An attractive young woman with bright orange hair walked into the room. Somehow I knew she was the 'victim'. She walked up to me while I was sitting on the floor holding my benzo-berries and I stood and said "Hi I'm the guy who was almost convicted with your murder" she smiled and we embraced and the whole police station burst into applause. Turns out she was just missing and was in Australia the whole time.
And then my alarm woke me up.
Oh and the berry-dependent owner of the benzo-berry shop was the victim's mother.
