I dreamt that I was in jail. It seemed less like a jail and more like a like a ordained community. We were still treated like people of society, but we had rules to follow and we all seemed to follow them to a T. We had classes to take, times to be here and there. I heard some people talking. Bill Murry was in jail too with us. I guess he would get in trouble by choice because he wanted to return. He found life easier in jail, less to think about. His jail mates would do his laundry, get him food, treated him like a god.
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