What is going on in my brain?
I just had the weirdest dream. Susan Smith, Brian Brooks and I were on a train trip together along with some of the people I work with and some of my boyfriend's friends. We had all jumped onto the train and were crammed into one little dirty, smelly car together. When we stopped, we went into this dingy old bar inside a trailer to get something to eat. Most everyone ordered water to drink, but Brian got a beer. And I asked the guy what kind of beer they had on tap. And he was like "Wut's a tap?" and I said, you know, in the mug, not a bottle. And he said, "Oh. We ain't got nothin you'd like girlie. Its all dirty beer". So I looked at the waitress woman, very confused, and asked her what 'dirty beer was', and she said, "sweetie, dirty beer is the natural beer before they filter it. It tastes just the same, but its got these little nuggets in it. They kind of taste like peanuts, but they leave a slimey feel in your mouth. I can poor some in your hand if you'd like to taste one." So I figured I'd go for it. And she started pouring beer out of a pitcher into my hand. But when I felt one fall into my hand, it scared me, so I screeched and dropped it. This happened two more times before I gave up. Then while everyone was making fun of me for being a wimp, Susan tasted one and said they were good. She said it was like drinking a beer and eating peanuts, but cutting out the middle man. And then I woke up. Weird, huh?