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-Dream-

I was Hunter Thompson... but also Fred Flintstone. . . crossed together. I was married to Wilma but acting like Hunter, running around having a hoot toasted on drugs. I had a horse with me that I assume was Deno and he kept biting me. I rolled around in that Flintstone car with the horse laughing and carrying on beside me. I was staying in sleazy motels watching shitty TV with the horse laying on the ground at my feet like a dog. At the end I get a call on my cell phone and Wilma asks me to come home. When I get there I see some guy that looks like a woman stealing douche from a movie, like the dude from the Number 23, anyway I see him. I walk up slowly and calmly, then I punch the guy in the stomach kick him while he's rolling on the ground for a bit and start to walk back to my car. Wilma starts shouting about an intervention and when I get in the car I look back and see Wilma is joined by a bunch of my loved ones from inside.

I drive off while they all stare at me and I get the movie watching fade from behind me. I see me driving off, an American flag flapping on the backside of my car and bottles and cans falling as I drive with the horses head sticking out of the side laughing.

-The alarm wakes me up.-