Me and a friend of mine were at a bowling alley, planning on celebrating a birthday. We bought some beer at the bar, which instead of coming in individual bottles or glasses, came in twelve-packs. Then we were 'dream-transported' (you know, the way the setting of the dream will drastically change without you really noticing) to a grocery store, where we were to pay for the beer at the register. My friend had to leave for a moment, and while he was gone I got distracted in my thoughts. When my friend returned, he had 'dream-transformed' (you know, the way people in your dream change into other people, but they were the same 'person' that was there the whole time , without you noticing) into my girlfriend. When I came back to my senses, we both realized the beer had been stolen. Needless to say, we both started sobbing uncontrollably. We were 'dream-transported' to a very dark version of our apartment, where I looked out the window to see Robin Williams entering the building across the street. I was sure that it was Robin Williams who had stolen the beer. And it was time to get it back and kick his ass. So I walked over to Robin Williams' scary warehouse apartment, which was really more like an underground parking complex, after 'dream-transforming' into the little boy who played Anakin Skywalker in Episode I, and knocked on the door. I told him some lie to be able to get in, and inside I saw the beer. Now I was sitting on a table, naked, and had 'dream-transformed' into Macaulay Culkin. Robin Williams was standing in between me and the beer, telling me about his political conspiracy theories, dead serious and terrifying as hell. He started shouting, and I was certain that he figured out I was here for the beer, but he was also convinced that I was sent by the government to steal it from him. The End.
I don't remember what woke me up, but Bale-bless it.
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