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I always have weird dreams when I go to bed still drunk but last night I was sober and dreamt we were at my house at what felt like another work christmas party; yet my dad, ash and melly and some other people were there as well. It felt like my house was replaced by a massive helicopter because I remember it being really awkward getting in and out of the door to get back to the front yard; where for some reason my dad was drunk and fell off his chair and accidently spilt his drink on Ash who was so fucking pissed off and I had to apologise profusely. Then somehow we realised we had gone back to the past, like only 1 or 2 hours; and my dad was telling everyone about how Tommy Lee had died in an accident in Werribee. For some reason then I was introduced to Tommy Lee's teenage children and a few minutes Tommy Lee rocks up and is the life of the party before announcing he was going to Werribee and I couldn't do anything to stop him because I had seen that bit in a Simpsons episode where if you're in the past you can't change anything. So I let Tommy Lee die. Devastating start to the new year.