I dreamed I was in the home/garden section of Kmart smoking a cigarette, after having sex with some kind of potted pland (not a palm tree this time). When out of nowhere, my old Mormon Mission president showed up. He called for Mormon backup and hauled me away somewhere to some place where they reprogram escapees. Mormons don't do shit like this. If they were a real cult, I never would have left. Nonetheless, I feel yucky and disturbed. Anyone wanting to meet for a drink tonight would be more than welcome. I could use one today.
I don't know, maybe I should get a hold of some smudge sticks, and do some awkward attempt at a banishing ritual. Maybe I'll see what's on TV.