I need to stop reading and/or watching the 25th Hour. Last night I dreamt that not only my ex, but my cousin Jamie were going to prison for seven years. I don't know for what, but I speculated within the dream that the boy's sentence probably was pot-related in some way. As for Jamie I had no idea. He's a pretty well-behaved guy IRL.
It was odd that I was hanging out with the boy on his last day of freedom. It would have made more sense that he spend it with... oh... I don't know... his girlfriend/fiance. Dream-me chalked it up to her not being able to deal with it, and just wanting to be away.
I recall trying to wrap my head around the fact that my kids wouldn't have a dad, and on a more shallow note, I would have no me-time for the next seven years.
The dream took place in a sort of receptional hall/karaoke bar, which made it even weirder.