Dreaming of CYP

I woke this morning with a realization that I can officially be considered a SeeWhyPee member. I have begun to dream of peeps of H-town with which I have little history. You guys have made it into my subconsciousness. Anyways, the dream: I am in a suburban neighborhood about dusk, waiting for someone to pick me up for an event. As I hear a strange rumble coming down the street, an old jalopy screeches to a halt...at the wheel is Thomas Witte! (I met Thomas in a drawing class at Texas State by the way) With a cheap beer in his hand he motions for me to get in. The odd thing is he was hauling a boat on a trailer behind him...for no particular reason. Next stop...Dan Smullen's house! After picking up a drunk Dan we head to a stranger's house for a bit and mingle with a crowd, always led by a hyper actively drunk Thomas. We realize we are out of beer so a beer run is declared! Weaving and driving terribly, Thomas gets us to a grocery store where Dan steals a large amount of alcoholic beverages. The two jump in the rusty car a seem to forget me, the third passenger. At a full sprint I dive into the car injuring Dan. Another weaving ride home and somehow we make it alive. Stumbling we are reunited with Marisa and several CYPers. THE END! Thanks for being in my dreams!