It's possible I've been playing too much Grand Theft Auto...
Last night I had the weirdest piece of a dream. I was in some weird version of a Grand Theft Auto game. The whole dream was computer animation (in the same style as the game) but at the same time, some weird supra-consciousness thought the whole thing was very real.
The only part I remember anymore was being in a restaurant, as a server. A non-CG Joey (Matt LeBlanc?) from Friends was sitting at a table, calling for attention. I ran over to him and as he started asking for something, I grabbed a full rack of ribs from his plate and took a huge bite off it. He yelled at me and stood up, so I ran through the restaurant and out a back door into a dark (night time) alley, strewn with garbage and rubble, still eating the ribs.
Once outside, I looked around, found his car (this was CG) and threw open the door. I stood in front of the open door, trying to remember which button to press to urinate on his driver's seat. (After which I planned to take a shit in his trunk, but I never got that far.)
I woke up laughing at myself in the middle of the night.
The only part I remember anymore was being in a restaurant, as a server. A non-CG Joey (Matt LeBlanc?) from Friends was sitting at a table, calling for attention. I ran over to him and as he started asking for something, I grabbed a full rack of ribs from his plate and took a huge bite off it. He yelled at me and stood up, so I ran through the restaurant and out a back door into a dark (night time) alley, strewn with garbage and rubble, still eating the ribs.
Once outside, I looked around, found his car (this was CG) and threw open the door. I stood in front of the open door, trying to remember which button to press to urinate on his driver's seat. (After which I planned to take a shit in his trunk, but I never got that far.)
I woke up laughing at myself in the middle of the night.