Thursday, December 5, 2019

12/4/19


I'm driving into Ann Arbor and while crossing a narrow bridge, I notice we're going the wrong way on a one-way street. After we cross the bridge, I pull into a turnaround and stop. I hear a police siren but realize it's not for me. Somehow the dream evolves into a scene where a guy is explaining a machine he has for measuring the alcohol content of a liquid to help make sure you don't get ripped off.

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