marcicat | wait, what?

So usually my dreams make no sense at all, which is cool with me. And I didn’t really notice anything odd about last night’s dreams when I woke up, except in a general, ‘gee, maybe I shouldn’t think so much about Tron before I go to bed’, ’cause that whole Tron/Leverage crossover heist thing happening there at the end was pretty weird.’ (Also I’m clearly afraid of falling.) But it’s not like there was a narrative thread or anything.

Except then I was driving to work, and I thought, ‘wait, what?’

Because *before* the whole movie crossover heist falling thing, here’s what I remember: I got held up (in the mugging sense, not the late for the train sense) and gave the guy the rebate cash card I just got in the mail. Then I offered him another $20 to hang around and keep anyone else from mugging me. (He refused.)

What is that even?

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