I had a dream last night that we were at this enormous house warming party for a couple, and people we knew had even flown in for it. There was one room where people were doing karaoke, another room where people were playing Twister, and a group of people outside in a pool.
The booze was flowing like crazy, people were already passed out early. I got up to sing “Interstate Love Song,” but the speed of the song and the words on the screen were all off. I went in to the Twister room to meet someone I knew had flown in but I had never met before, and she was about one foot tall. She introduced me to her boyfriend, who was around the same height.
We decided to leave after just having a few drinks, and the next morning a newspaper ran a story about the party, and the headline read “Two people killed, good.”