05-07-2022, 12:49 AM
I had envisioned enjoying some libations and binging some tv last night but I watched Endgame and dozed off for like 3 eps before even pouring myself a drink so I went to bed. Then I watched some TikTok for way too long.
In my dream I’m in bed but at some sort of gathering and it’s after some partying where everyone is passed out nearby. I’m parched so I reach for a bedside bottle (I confess I have some of these in real life). I raise one to my lips and several people cheer. I’m a bit embarrassed because I thought I was being discreet and no one was watching. Then I realize that the applause interfered with my tipple so I go for another. But this time, the cork breaks apart in a troublesome way. I eventually manage to pour myself a shot after wiping away lots of broken cork bits. But I don’t drink it. I’m still embarrassed. Some one is in bed with me and starts initiating a back rub but I’m not into it and squirm away. I grab a bottle, forgetting my previously poured shot like you do in dreams. Then I wake.
I lie in bed tweaking for a bit, then I grab a swig off a bedside bottle of Writers Tears. I also put on some chapstick because that played a forgotten role in my dream.
In my dream I’m in bed but at some sort of gathering and it’s after some partying where everyone is passed out nearby. I’m parched so I reach for a bedside bottle (I confess I have some of these in real life). I raise one to my lips and several people cheer. I’m a bit embarrassed because I thought I was being discreet and no one was watching. Then I realize that the applause interfered with my tipple so I go for another. But this time, the cork breaks apart in a troublesome way. I eventually manage to pour myself a shot after wiping away lots of broken cork bits. But I don’t drink it. I’m still embarrassed. Some one is in bed with me and starts initiating a back rub but I’m not into it and squirm away. I grab a bottle, forgetting my previously poured shot like you do in dreams. Then I wake.
I lie in bed tweaking for a bit, then I grab a swig off a bedside bottle of Writers Tears. I also put on some chapstick because that played a forgotten role in my dream.
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