Plastic Wrap Prison Friendships

I had another weird dream...but I don't remember much. My friend just won a contest in which he won a signed book by a "fucking artsy writer". When he came down to collect his prize he was dressed with his top half covered in plastic, like that plastic that's on action figures, that annoying kind that you would have to stab a million times to get off because it was so thick. Anyway, he goes up to collect it and I just hear everyone in the crowd whispering "what the fuck..." to themselves. I'm not sure what to make of this...maybe a plastic friendship? Like their aren't any real people in my life. The next part took place in a underground prison. They were bringing in what looked like the cutter from my work. "Oh, we're going to make good use of you prisoners. We're a print shop now!" said the fancy dressed man. That part of the dream pretty much explains itself...

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