asks:
I had a weird dream last night that involved a police search, leaving my running vehicle parked on the road, stealing a blanket from a parked car, hiding with a family of strangers during their family BBQ, and eventually turning myself in. Do you think it was something I ate?
Because of all places, a family BBQ is the perfect place for a deranged fugitive wrapped in blankets to show up and be like “hey guys!… mind if I hide under that picnic table for a bit?… is the potato salad any good?…”
