Dream
I was in my dad's old club, South Side Rock, sitting at the bar with him. It was empty & the house lights were on (meaning generally that it's closed) but still fairly dark, as the walls are red & black. I'm sitting with Lindsey's friend Whitney to my left & my father to her left. Whitney keeps pouring us shots of coke & pepsi, and she has 11 lined up for the three of us to take. She had also forgotten which ones were coke & which ones were pepsi, and this was troubling her. I added to her troubles when I reminded her that 11 doesn't divide by 3 very well. At this point I started eating honey bbq chicken wings out of a bucket that was in front of me. My dad ate some as well. A girl that worked at BB with me walked up as if she was a waitress. She asked if we were okay. My dad said he needed more water. In front of him was a huge glass of water with very little left in it. She left & came back with a tiny little pitcher and tried to refill the glass. She became upset when it didn't fill in one trip. My dad looked at his watch & noticed he was late, he needed to be somewhere. We locked the place up and got on the road. We didn't have cars, though. Dad & Whitney were just sitting on nothing, floating along. I was on my back scooting myself along while eating chicken (we were still going about 60 & keeping up with traffic on I-240). Whitney pointed out that she thinks it's rude when people drive while eating.
THE END!
THE END!