Wow…I had a pretty fucked-up dream…
I was borrowing my cousin's van (In real life, he doesn't - and wouldn't - own a van.), which I found to have seven Lab puppies in it. At one point, I realized that the puppies shouldn't be kept in the van (silly me), and I began removing them from the van and putting them in our house. For one reason or another, though, I only ended up removing three of the seven.
Anyway, I continued about my day, eventually coming to a convenience store, where I parked the van. I went into the store to buy a few things, then came back outside, only to find the van surrounded by cops. I figured that it was due to the puppies being kept in the van (since it was kinda hot out), but no, things could never be that simple for me. I really wish my dream-self would accept that. Ha.
It turns out that my cousin had inadvertently left a bunch of alcohol (including several open bottles) in the van. I told the cops that I didn't drink at all (and - in real life - I don't), but a breathalyser proved otherwise - I had a 3% blood alcohol level.
Yay for me.
However, the cops didn't have time to make a proper arrest, so they took me along with them for a nice little drug sting at a nightclub. Inside the nightclub, I somehow became separated from the officer who had taken me into custody, only to find him several minutes later as the cops were in a rush to get outside.
Once outside, we began getting into speedboats, but these weren't any normal speedboats; they were canoes with speedboat motors. Thankfully, I woke up at that point, probably because I realized that the ride wasn't gonna go so well.
I was borrowing my cousin's van (In real life, he doesn't - and wouldn't - own a van.), which I found to have seven Lab puppies in it. At one point, I realized that the puppies shouldn't be kept in the van (silly me), and I began removing them from the van and putting them in our house. For one reason or another, though, I only ended up removing three of the seven.
Anyway, I continued about my day, eventually coming to a convenience store, where I parked the van. I went into the store to buy a few things, then came back outside, only to find the van surrounded by cops. I figured that it was due to the puppies being kept in the van (since it was kinda hot out), but no, things could never be that simple for me. I really wish my dream-self would accept that. Ha.
It turns out that my cousin had inadvertently left a bunch of alcohol (including several open bottles) in the van. I told the cops that I didn't drink at all (and - in real life - I don't), but a breathalyser proved otherwise - I had a 3% blood alcohol level.
Yay for me.
However, the cops didn't have time to make a proper arrest, so they took me along with them for a nice little drug sting at a nightclub. Inside the nightclub, I somehow became separated from the officer who had taken me into custody, only to find him several minutes later as the cops were in a rush to get outside.
Once outside, we began getting into speedboats, but these weren't any normal speedboats; they were canoes with speedboat motors. Thankfully, I woke up at that point, probably because I realized that the ride wasn't gonna go so well.
malloreigh:
Oh yes, sprinkled with a good, healthy dash of CSS, and a round serving of w3c standards-compliancy.
rys:
A pretty fucked up dream? Beyond the porno with Jesus? Cool dude, cool! At least the puppies were OK.