mike s:
i woke up in this bar with black walls and a concrete floor. the tables were circular, tall and had deep red surfaces. almost like a red wine color. at each table was a group of three people wearing veils. i kept running into old band mates, who were basically all arguing with each other. apparently i was at a show in a bar where some of my former band mates were playing. i kept asking them why they decided to play a 21+ show and they all tended to avoid answering the question.

all of the vacant tables had playing cards on them. they were all placed facing down right where someone would normally sit. i picked up a few to see if they were actually cards from a deck only to find out that on each card was a portrait of someone i know. old friends, ex-girlfriends, former co-workers, etc. it was all people who haven’t been in my life for a while.

towards the back of the bar was a “backstage” area sectioned off with a dark red curtain. i went inside to find a large gray beetle with a human head and penis receiving oral sex from two women.

i’m hanging out with a group of “friends”.  i don’t recognize any of them except the loud one.  who is sean from LA (a friend of my cousin).  we’re drinking, hanging out, playing guitar hero.  i then realize that we’re about to be late for our intramural soccer game.

we jump in sean’s car.  it’s a jaguar…but has the rear end that’s like a truck.  i jump in the back of the truckuar (which is what i’ve decided it’s called) and we race off.  we’re going wayyy too fast.  we end up hitting something, i don’t see what and we flip over.  The truckuar breaks in half at the bit that seperates the car part from the truck part.  somehow i just step out onto the pavement completely naturally and i’m fine.

i am still very concerned about the fact that we’re going to miss the game, so i urge everyone to get into the car part and continue to the field arguing that the car would still go since it’s front wheel drive.

i then decide that we cannot in fact go until i fix the grill of the car which is quite unique.  the grill is a normal grill, but then it has a fine chain link mesh (like chain link armor) that is held by 4 screws. the mesh has fallen off in the accident and i have to fix it for some reason.  i fix the mesh when the guys from the other car (which we apparently hit) start a fight with us.  we have more people than them since we’re an entire team so i’m pretty confident.  but then i wake up…