muralgirl

I just had a dream that I was about to sleep with Christopher Nolan even though he was married, but then I ended up in some kind of prison in an underground parking structure where robotic guns shot anything narrow so everyone had to wear bulky winter clothes. Nolan was somehow one of the people responsible for this horror. We left the place by sitting on skateboards for some reason and rolled to the bank to deposit some money. I tried to ask why, if it was that easy to escape, they didn’t just all leave and not go back, but no one gave me a good answer.