Then I had a dream that Cory killed someone for some reason, and he and I were running from the law. Sort of. I was torn because I knew it was wrong to kill someone and I thought maybe I should tell someone; and because I didn't want Cory to go to jail forever so I could never see him again. So I finally hinted at it to a lady at a museum/college we were in, looking at exhibits or something. She took it upon herself to follow us and try to get Cory to come to a class (but it was really so she could capture him). When I woke up, I still hadn't decided whether to help Cory get arrested or to keep him from it.
Cory's feeling well enough to go back to work today. I work 11-7 today and tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get Sunday off like I did this week.