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Excerpt from a dream

I had been told to rescue a girl, who turned out to be held captive in a back room in the Hopleaf (a bar in Chicago). I found where she was being held and then assured her I would be back to rescue her. When I did come back, she was up and about, getting ready to wait tables. I asked her about this situation — was she free to leave after her shift? She hemmed and hawed and I said I could help her sneak out while she was waiting tables, but she said, “I don’t know — in this economy, it seems better to be a prisoner.”


July 31, 2010 - Posted by | dreams, economics


  1. minus the ending, the images i have in mind are pure true blood.

    Comment by sarah expletive | July 31, 2010

  2. Like John Lennon, you’re a dreamer.

    Comment by John Emerson | July 31, 2010

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