178 | 030912

I drove in my car, filled with friends, to some sort of massive concession stand of crafts and trinkets. It was built into a large automobile repair garage, and all the garage doors were open. Before we went inside, one of my friends (likely Corey) and I were sitting on a concrete ledge in front of one of the garage doors. There was a camera crew filming what was happening. Apparently we were the ones that hired them. Their equipment was dull silver. Corey and I began playing some sort of game on this concrete ledge. We had to control tiny men, who looked very much like Lego men, and we had to use NES controllers. Our men had to fight each other. There were many items to get during battle. It ended quickly, and we wanted to play again. We eventually entered the crafts and trinkets shop. Karen was with me. I went to the cash register area in the center, which was elevated by perhaps two meters. The cashier/owner was a young squirrelly looking guy. I told him about my concept of illuminating a room with three independently dimmable red, green, and blue lamps combined, thus providing any hue you desire. He was so impressed with this idea that he ran off to tell someone about it, abandoning his job of cashier. It was cloudy and the camera crew suspected rain, so they suddenly packed up their equipment, which signified that everyone had to leave as well. I found Karen's shoes amidst a lot of other shoes. Apparently we had to take our shoes off inside this garage. We piled into my car and went home. Upon getting home, my dad discovered that someone left a bottle of rum in the meat drawer in the refrigerator. The bottle was about normal height, but instead of being round, it was more of a rounded triangle. My dad suggested we take some shots, two for each of us. I got out four shot glasses, and began pouring it into a different container. It was a small bowl, reminiscent of an ashtray. The rum was densely gelatinous, not even flattening out on the surface after being poured. It was also packed with marshmallows and cinnamon. My dad decided not to take any shots after all, leaving me to handle everything I just poured. I took the entire contents of the ashtray bowl all in one motion. Some of the marshmallows were stuck in the bowl.