Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

i'm in this strip club with some of the brotherhood but i can't remember who exactly. we're in a circle of chairs, and this one lap dancer is coming around to each of us. she's very talented but she's the only one there and the place is really well lit, unlike most such places, err, at least that's what they looked like in showgirls, which i only watched to see greg's work. ahem. anyway, another stripper is brought in that has no arms and is grossly obese. she's laid out on the floor like an elephant seal and wobbles rather helplessly. then a parade of other freakish strippers flood in all with major physical mutations/defects - it's a major freak scene like out of the sentinel. we all flee in horror. we find ourselves somewhere in sf, at a corner, near the ocean. we all regroup at an ice cream shop and laugh about it together, but we're all really shaken by the experience and console ourselves with the ice cream... the weird part is that i'm lactose intolerant and don't eat ice cream...