I had a strange dream last night... in the dream, I was in jail. I don't know what it was that I had been arrested for, but I knew that it was something I didn't do. It was a small jail... think Mayberry, but not as folksy. No one there, the officers or guards, would listen to me. I kept telling them, I needed to get home to my daughter, that there was no one to take care of her, she's on a special diet, and someone would end up giving her the wrong kind of food. It was very frustrating, and I never did get out before I woke up.

I think that this was brought on by my reading about the West Memphis Three

quite a bit lately. If you're not familiar with their case, please... go check it out.