Last night I dreamed about beer. I dreamed I was drinking a case of the biggest bottles of beer in the whole world. Except I could not drink the whole case because they were so big. I could only drink two. The bottles were as big as the two towers in New York before Hassan I Sahba burned them down. I had to drink them really fast before they warmed up.
I woke up before I puked but not before there was an extraordinary pool of drool on my pillow.
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I dream about beer all the fucking time. Mostly, it's me, a bunch of pals, sitting around an outside bar in Portland Maine, drinking our faces off and having a great time, but not getting drunk. I don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing....
If you are not getting drunk on the beer of your dreams you must be taking something stronger in Dreamland to overpower the alcohol. That is some powerful dreaming.
Vodka?
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