smoked eleven joints;

[nicotinebullets]

Weird.

I definitely had this feeling that all of SFPD and just San Fran in general was going to be invaded or taken over by some alien force. This would result in unemployment, even more death of trees for paperwork, lack of coffee in the break room, and more time spent somewhere else on a nice couch

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[dexterous_fake]

The paperwork is still there, and you're still in charge of it.

[nicotinebullets]

Which means you're still my trusty sidekick for finishing it all.

[dexterous_fake]

Oh I'm so excited! /end sarcasm

[crimsonkure]

...I could absolutely go to town attempting to decode the meaning behind your dream, but I'd rather not play shrink with you.

So long as this alien force is benign and supportive of plenty of time spent somewhere else on a nice couch preferably with company they're welcome to invade whenever. I'm stocked up on coffee and printer paper.

[nicotinebullets]

Hey, you were in it, too. Some promises about dressing up nice for the meeting with said alien invader.

[crimsonkure]

I'm glad to hear I've invaded your dreams, and that the aliens weren't like that Star Trek race that requires women to be naked all the time. Still, what would one wear to a meeting with an alien invader?

[nicotinebullets]

That would be another different category of dreams. I don't know. Maybe something that would prove to them that we're not worthy to be abducted?