dreamlog

tonight's labyrinth: a flea-market mall, based on the carousel mall in Seaside. I got my pockets searched, and they found that I was carrying: a screwdriver*, silly putty, and a kneaded eraser. I noted their lack security cameras- they decided this was suspicious behaviour.
We ran, no- bicycled! So fast and so far through suburbs and farmlands. So fast that freyley made us stop to puke in someone's front yard.

*This has happened in real life. Well, it was actually St. Louis.