It’s been a while since I’ve had a dream worth posting about. Until yesterday, that is.
I dreamt that I was in my home town and wanted to go to the post office to pay for a postal box.
There was this man I kept encountering all the time.
He supposedly was the sheriff, and was wearing a brown uniform with a golden star, complete with a brown hat.
For unknown reasons, this man really disliked me. I shared my thoughts about him with a few people, but they were all insisting that it wasn’t anything personal, that he generally behaved as if he had a stick up his butt no matter who he was talking to, and that despite this he was good at his job and was keeping the town safe from all kinds of threats.