Dreamt I was playing a game with some friends. I know the one guy from school, DJ, but, I think the others were the dream kind. The one was English. I believe it was something like Dungeons & Dragons. We were in a sports kind of bar. My English friend saw I had a big bag of weed and seemed concerned. Suddenly it became sort of playful as somebody was shooting arrows when we sat down to eat. Another friend from high school and college, Billy, was waiting on us, and my brother came in with his friends and was sitting across from us. I invited Billy back to my parents' house with us to play the game and ordered a margarita. My brother had gotten me a case of cider, and we were in the basement playing the game when it started getting good. I had my tablet, and it binged. I said it was from my sweetheart. Billy said he thought he was my sweetheart, (he is so sweet), and I said, yes, but my real sweetheart. When my sweetheart found out where I was, he said he was coming. I had invited everybody to crash at the house, but I don't think they did. I passed-out early, which is not surprising. The next day my brother took me to the airport to fetch my sweetheart. I said we had to take him for Vinnie pie, so that's where we went. I only wanted mushrooms, but it had pepperoni too. Pepperoni and pickles give me wild dreams. Afterwards we went home, and my brother said he was going to a concert and wanted us to come, but we didn't. Then, I woke.
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