Had a dream that I was at a movie convention in the 80’s. And Young Steve Buscemi was there. And I was hitting on him with all of my might.
And then I had another dream that Ali and I gave her broken down truck that doesn’t exist in real life to some Colombian drug dealers that were escaping the police. In return they gave us their lavish mansion in the middle of nowhere that was full of jewels and bricks of cocaine.
