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Wow so I just had the worst dream ever. I had a dream I was coming home from some convention and in the airport after we had already LANDED back in Utah there as a random bag check. And airport security found a tiny screwdriver the kind you use for glasses in my bag. Which they then immediately no questions asked threw me in jail for one year.
In my dream jail life wasn't that bad actually. It was like normal life but boring and it went by extremely fast in my dream. a year felt like about 6 days to me in my dream. Then I was getting released and my friend Layne and Deven came to pick me up from jail.
This is when things actually took a turn for the shitty. Everything was very similar but just a little bit different. I couldn't place my finger on it all that well. I immediately had mega anxiety on how I was going to support myself. I realized all my things must be gone such as a computer for example so there was like zero way for me to make websites/comics etc. I didn't have anywhere to live. Zero money. Oh and Deven was a million zillionaire in my dream but it never occured to me to ask him for money in said dream. I probably wouldn't anyways I'd rather be homeless.
Anyhow for the rest of the dream it was me trying to get a life back. My first priority was securing some kind of food which I managed to scrounge up enough money to buy a tomato plant and a large supply of lemonade. Weird I know but they are my two favorite things in the world so it's not that weird knowing my own psyche. Anyhow from there I started trying to find where my friends were and it seemed that ALL of them were gone except Layne and Deven. SAD. After that I asked if my site was completely completely dead. Which of course it was. Which was the worst feeling ever honestly. I then worried about shirt orders on Shark Robot and I had no idea how I would be able to send shirts out now that I couldn't afford to buy the shirts to make them and ship them. and they'd all be a year late anyways at this point.
Then my new stess came in the form of it would be basically impossible to get a job at this point. I was a jailed criminal for "terrorist" airplane related bullshit. I was having trouble just adjusting to life outside as is and getting a job doing websites and thigns seemed impossible since I was a year behind and no longer really "good" at it and I knew no one would hire me since I just got out of jail. Then I thought the internet will help I'll aks for donations but I realized in my dream my site has been completely dead for a solid year and that wouldn't be possible either.
From there I realized my only course of action was to sue the shit out of someone or something for throwing me in jail for a year when my only crime was having something in my bag that the airport security didn't find on my way in. It was THEIR screw up and it's not like I did anything terroristic with the stupid little screw driver.
This is when my dream took a turn for the weird future is a hell hole sci-fi movie. In the court systems there were all these douchebags who were witch hunting practically that everyone was a terrorist. And everyone just got thrown in jail no questions asked. Apparently I was thrown in jail because I managed to get the screw driver on the plane and landed before it was found. The "reasoning" behind this is Iran (yes it was Iran that was the scary country now) was training people how to get metal objects on planes and people like me were helping them figure out how much metal can get on and how. Which was parinoid bullshit of course. But it was basically exactly the communist scare from back in the day where one fuckup had nearly unlimited power and was throwing people in jail left and right.
This is about when I woke up feeling really pissed off and stressed. Seriously America/world calm the fuck down and kill your parinoia now before I get fucked over for something ridiculous. I think that's the moral of the worst dream ever.
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