Last night, I had a dream that Steven and I showed up early for the family's annual campout. My uncle John was there, and he was stressing out because he insisted that we needed some Canadian lumber before the end of the campout. (I have no idea what for.) So Steven and I offered to take a road trip to Vancouver, and promised we could get back before the end of the campout.
Somehow, Steven and I ended up in a big gray 15-passenger van, and we picked up a hitchhiker along the way, who offered us some of his home-made candy. We took it, and the guy started laughing at us and saying that he'd laced the candy with cocaine.
So, imagine Steven and I on a road trip, tripping out on cocaine.
(Disclaimer: in real life I have never ingested any illegal substances.)
Night time came, and I was really irritated because I couldn't go to sleep. I woke up shortly after that, I just think it's funny that I was asleep and dreaming about not being able to sleep.
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