Had a strange dream where I lived in a tiny town.  It’s police force consisted of a sheriff and two deputes.  It was the kind of town where everyone knew everyone else.

     In the dream I got sick and vomited on the sheriff.  He took my keys and wallet away, believing me to be drunk.  I wasn’t drunk, I was sick.

     I was then trying to find him to get my keys and wallet back because I had to go to work.  I found my keys on his desk but he was gone and so was my wallet.

     I awoke at that point.  The thing about this dream, it seemed so real, almost as if I were living someone the life of someone else in this hick town.  Everything about it seemed so real, the people, the buildings, the wood grain of the desk.