strange dream

I did something. Not sure what. In San Francisco. In a BART station. I did something that a police officer found me and a group of people (friends, even?). They all held me responsible for what I did. I knew I did something illegal, but I could not remember what. I could not get out and would go to jail. I had not yet gone to court, but I had a feeling that my destiny was set, that I was going to jail; that I would be convicted, try as I might to change. When I woke up, I was sad. I'm trying to remember what it was that I did.

It was not robbery. It was not murder. But it was something: something that would meant a month, or a whole season in prison. I woke up before I had the chance to go to court or to be incarcerated. So I don't know how this strange dream would have played out.

The mind is a strange thing sometimes. An illusion of reality that tricks you until you wake up, in the comfort of your bed, somehow realizing that it was all a dream, no matter how real it seemed before that reality-critic said, "Hey, this never happened."