Dream: A prosecutor was standing beside my bed and woke me by loudly exclaiming repeatedly, “Lola, I can see your breasts.”  I was annoyed that he had woken me needlessly.  I was indifferent about his attempts to bother me and asked him for a plea offer on a case.  He kept focusing on my breasts, instead.  I refused to pull up the covers because I wanted him to know that I didn’t care that he could see my breasts.  Eventually, he gave up and left, so I got dressed and went outside.  Outside of my apartment there was an area with caves and swamps.  I was with my boyfriend and we were looking at a river, when I noticed that there were many alligators peeking out from the water.  Just then I also heard an electronic or ambient music soundtrack, and I realized as I awoke from the dream that my dreams have soundtracks.

Analysis:  The particular prosecutor from this dream is especially annoying at times because he always attempts to get his way by trying to prey on ignorance.  Some time ago he asked me if I was willing to stipulate to my client’s number of prior felony convictions for the purposes of my client testifying.  I refused to blindly stipulate and then asked how many certified convictions the prosecutor had in his possession.  He began reading a list of my client’s alleged prior convictions, but it turns out there was no paperwork to prove that in the file.  Current caselaw in Florida indicates a prosecutor can’t ask about prior convictions without the certified paperwork, but this prosecutor wanted to see if he could sneak one by me.  As far as the soundtrack, I had left one of those new agey nature music CDs in my alarm clock, so I think that explains the music.