Last night I had two dreams.
In the first I was exploring in a cemetery and tombstone fell down crushing my feet.
In the second you are I were on the road trying to find a place that we went to before. Obviously we had no address or idea on how to get there so we had to rely on going to random places, getting shitfaced and trying to see if we were getting closer. At some point we realized that our final destination was close to a gas station in Cleveland. We parked at one station which was actually just a giant room with bunch of chairs and a few tvs. I remembered that across the street was another gas station (there were only two in the city) so you walked over to check it out while I chilled in the car in the room. While you were away a truck pulled over and four criminal looking black and Mexican dudes proceeded to disassemble our car. In the few hours you were gone they managed to open the hood and remove a few tiny pieces, ie they were terrible at it. You returned with a black skinhead who was carrying a dead white skinhead. The "disassemblers" threw our bags out of the car, took the car and left us in the company of a nice looking Dominican girl. She had a bazooka. She was guarding us. We asked for permission to go onto a patio for a smoke. She agreed. When we got to a patio I realized the fuckers didn't give me my second bag that had two cartons of smokes in it and neither of us had cigarettes. What a fucking nightmare.
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