So the other day I was awoken from a dream by a phone call. I don’t recall much about the dream, but at the end, I was with friends and eating out of a bag of pretzels. This is where my phone started vibrating against my book shelf and woke me up. So the mmmrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr mmmrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr mmmrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr of the phone vibrating translated into my dream as someone saying “Muuurrrrder Muuurrrrder Muuurrrrder.” So right before I woke up, I turned to a friend and said, “Yeah, I’m gonna murder this bag of pretzels.”
A good start would be the other side of the country?
I think you’re right. According to this map, I’ve only enough bus fare to get to Union Station
(Source: jeffrothunder)