Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

I’m at a liquor store and it has some offerings in a display outside. I find a nice bottle of whiskey, grab it and head into the store to buy it. It’s night and the store is brightly lit. But like Alice, the door is too small. I cannot get my head through the door frame. I get rather angry and try to squeeze my head in to no avail. 

I wake up really frustrated. Still trying to shake off the frustration.