My Friend Josh

The real world:

I have a friend named Josh. Josh is in jail right now. He did something horrible, but he is in no way a horrible person. I've had many dreams in which he is free and we're hanging out at a restaurant, having a great time as if he'd never even been in jail. I hate these dreams because when I wake up and realize it was only a dream, it make me angry. 

I've been wanting to do a blog about dreams for awhile now, but it wasn't last night that I had a dream which motivated me to start this blog. 



The dream world:

I was at a restaurant when my aunt showed up. She told me she had a surprise for me. She opened a door in the restaurant and there stood my friend, Josh. For some reason he was much taller than he really is. I asked him if he was done with prison. He told me he wasn't and that they let him out for a weekend as a reward for good behavior. He was handcuffed to a prison guard. At one point Josh and the prison guard went into the restroom. A minute later I went into the restroom with a mask on and acted like I was pointing a gun into the prison guard's back, even though I was just using my finger. I demanded that Josh and the prison guard give me their wallets with the intention of giving Josh his wallet back later. I'm not sure why, but for some reason I thought this would help Josh get free. But then I panicked and ran out of the restroom and out of the restaurant. I got to my vehicle and for some reason I was driving a box truck that I used to drive when I worked for Paris Uniforms. I drove around the other side of the restaurant and parked it and turned the headlights off. I saw the prison guard drive by in his car, he didn't see me. I waited for a little while and then I drove off. I ended up driving down this long dirt road which ended up being a driveway for someone's house. I backed the box truck up, but I backed up into a pond and the box truck flipped completely over backwards. I was able to escape easily from the truck. I got out of the pond and I was completely dry.....


Back to the real world:

.....and that's when I woke up. What a strange dream. That's the first time I've had a dream where Josh was still a part of the prison system. It's funny that we still met at a restaurant though. Josh used to live near my aunt in Maryland so it made sense that my aunt was there to surprise me with a visit from Josh. As far as the box truck goes, I was in an area last night that used to be on my route when I worked for Paris Uniforms, so that might explain why the box truck I used to drive for them was in my dream. Most everything else about the dream though was just...weird.