dream of the 12th/13th:
In somebody's living room, in an attempt to watch television, we discovered a body under the couch. This was a body we may or may not have been responsible for. We tried to pull a plug out from under there, but it seemed as though he had died clutching it, so there was nothing we could do until we disposed of the body. We were still considering our options when some people arrived, and Dale and I had to maintain some sort of elaborate lie in their company.
A little later, with the help of a young Mexican woman acting as translator, I befriended a man who was involved in organized crime in Central America. I did this by insulting his family in all the right ways, as he felt estranged from them and was sensitive to the proper kind of remarks.
