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I dreamt I was at a bar in the afterlife waiting for work. All the food was served cold, and there was a courtyard where everyone played soccer only to kick the ball as far out of the field as possible. The other patrons were vicious people, and they tore the "just drink coffee" guy to shreds. Before that man who was preaching to everyone to just drink coffee died, he passed me a nutra-grain bar and told me the secret of the cold food, which was that it was drugged. Heat would ruin the druggy goodness. So I made excuses about my stomach and started drinking only coffee and eating the nutra-grain bar. Then a limo showed up at the door, and I started conversing with a bodyguard about finding work. He let me get into the limo.