my wacky unconscious

The night before my Con Law final, I dreamed some of the Supreme Court justices showed up at my apartment and told me I had to move.

"But my lease isn't up yet. I don't have to move until Friday."

"We're the Supreme Court. You'll move when we say to move."

And then Scalia chased me around my apartment while the other justices just stood around in their robes, amused.