I knew I should have stayed at the library revising instead of going to that party. Alcohol clearly makes dreams much more elaborate. As a Greek Literature major, I've had some interesting dreams. This, however, takes the cake.
Let's say, just for a second, that I actually buy that this isn't an illusion created by my finals addled brain. Because God knows why I'd choose Kansas of all places to dream about. But let's say, I buy this. Why am I hereHow did I get here and how the hell do I get back?