Caught in the jam

Last night I dreamt that I knowingly commited a crime that is thankfully not rampant in reality:

I ate a giant piece of toast covered in raspberry jam that was holding up the fence behind a local pizza shop.

The toast I ate did not have eyes or limbs.

And I was caught raspberry handed by a police officer.


I turned myself in, but by the time I got to the officer he was asleep.


I guess I am on the lam now. On the lam and off the jam.