I dreamt a few nights ago that I was getting gas, but I didn't have any money or my debit card, so I used Will H's (the guy who donated the video editing computer) credit card. I pressed credit since gas pumps don't usually require a signature, but this one did. But for some reason, I started writing Daniel T, and then scribbled it out since I was supposed to write his name, and then I started writing Daniel again, and had to scratch that out.

I finally wrote it correctly scribbles and all, and then the cops showed up. They asked us all who owned the truck, and I was about to say I did, but I decided not to. They towed my truck away, and I then had to walk to the impound to get it back. Once there I saw the cop and apologized for not admitting the truth earlier, and he said it was understandable. I was going to be fined for madorcide, which is the killing of a Cop, since at this point Will was dead and it was my fault, and he was a cop too I guess, and there was a mandatory fine for that of $139. I was mad because I thought that was too much.