Set Them Free

In my dream, milkman and I were heading for Mexico, but we made a pit stop in Amarillo, Texas. While there, it seemed like a good idea to tag "Set Them Free" on trees with orange spray paint.

Before you knew it, we were in the local prison. They weren't ready to book us right away so they told us to wait outside. I used my cell phone to call my mom, thinking she might lend some help. Unfortunately she said, "I always knew this would happen," and hung up. Then when I walked back into prison,* they took my new green hat, which is special to me. That burned me up. Prison sucks.

*Maybe I should've run away instead of walking back into prison. Dream Jesse sure is dumb.