Napa Valley

I took a road trip with Melissa (in real life) to Napa Valley. Due to job constraints and delightful LA traffic constraints, we didn’t leave the city until about 8:45. We got to our hotel room at about 3:00 AM. I drove the whole way, so no sleepy breaks for me.
I was actually so tired that as I lay down, I thought to myself, “Huh, I didn’t check under the bed, like I usually do, for dead bodies. Oh, well. It’ll still be there in the morning if it is.”
Anyway, I fell asleep almost immediately and had the following dream: I was now in Napa Valley with Melissa’s friend Devon and Devon’s roommate Matt. Melissa’s cat Max had also come with us, but he had trotted behind the car the whole time. He’s a long-haired orange tabby, so he got pretty dusty, but he’s apparently really fast.
So I’m standing outside with Devon and Matt, and we’re on the edge of some mesa, looking over a cliff, and I’m going, “Are you sure this is Napa Valley?” Devon dismissed me with her hand, and Matt was reading a travel book of things to do. He wanted to go to some scare house, but insisted we get there early to get good seats, because the lighting looks bad if you get crap seats.
Then we went shopping at Vons, and Max followed us again, and I wanted to let him ride in the cart, because he’d been running so much, but Devon said he was too dusty.
I guess the moral of the story is: if you’re going to stay up till 3:00 AM, don’t only eat Chees-its and Dr. Pepper.

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