A small girl climbed a ladder and popped her head through my window, waking me up. She wanted to tell me that my new name is Muller Fuller. Someone outside called her down and she disappeared again.
Two of my friends, trying to sneak in to a showing of Mulholland Drive on a token nicked from the theatre manager’s desk were caught when trying to redeem it. They were asked for their IDs, which neither of them had, and discovered to be on cocaine.
When I woke up, I called their house to warn them about my dream and they were already sentenced to 30 days in jail.