I awoke in my car. I had turned the whole passanger side of it into a bed. Apparently my social life in the dream time reflected that of mine in the real time.
The car was parked in my Grandfather's backyard, near his cactus patch. I looked over at the tomatoes, making sure they were okay. Red, green, soil was intact - everything was good.
I see three fuzzy things walking my way. One of them starts shouting my name. They have a familiar voice. Henry bangs on my window, urging me to get up. I pop half of myself through the car window. I ask Henry what's going on. He invites me to a party.
"Am I driving?"
"Only if there's drugs." he tells me.
"If there weren't any drugs, bro, we wouldn't be going now would we?"
This ends up being a fancy gig, one so horrific I have to wear a tux. For that reason, I was drinking double. Someone would have to peel the sweat soaked, solid dry tux off my flesh if they wanted it back.
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