monday october 22

today i had an extensive dream about the restaurant 'taco del mar' right before i woke up. in the dream, i waited in line for a while, was trash talked by some punks in the line, made my 'usual' order from an employee who knew me by name (i have been there once in my life), and then received a special shot of alcohol in my soft drink. the dreamed experience was so pleasant (besides the trash talking) that later in the day, i decided to head over to the actual restaurant for a late-night snack. upon arriving, i discovered it had just closed for the day. life is not a dream.