Loving and drinking share many similar characteristics. For instance, excessive loving will result in a massive heartache.

There was a time when nightmares were a terrible thing to experience because they were so different from reality. When did I start waking up into a nightmare?

Midway on my hour-long commute to work, my head resting on the bumpy bus window, the song ended. The next track started to play but I decided to skip it. I didn't want to listen to that song.

In the middle of a rerun episode of Dragon Ball: The Cell Games, I'm flying around with Goku and the gang. I'm more of a spectator than a fighter, just like Yamucha or Chouzu.

I parked Raul's truck in a tight parking space in his apartment complex. I was a bit worried about it so I stood there analyzing my options but eventually got blocked by a Uhal truck. I surveyed the situation and there was no getting out of that spot. I gave up and headed towards the apartment and I see a guy behind the Uhal, a fat Italian guy.
Before getting to the building stairs, I turn around and see him going back inside his place. This is how our conversation unfolded:
"Excuse me is there any way we can..."
"NO THERE ISN'T, YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE"
"OK sorry to bother..."

Somewhere in a post apocalyptic sci-fi western location, where ex-convicts and Wall Street stock brokers live in organized chaos. I found myself in the middle of a gang related confrontation. I belonged to one gang with some friends. The other gang consisted of fat and balled thugs, maybe neo nazi skin heads. The rules of engagement didn't allow us to fight, not until the last civilian had left the premises.

I made a quick visit to El Salvador and on my last night I hung out with one of my best friends. I was going to spend the night there and he was going to give me a ride to the airport in the morning. When I double checked my airplane ticket, I realized it was departing from a different airport... almost 4 hours away!
I started panicking and told him we had to leave immediately.
I wake up and we're still at his apartment, and we're super late. There was no way I could catch that flight, but I still got in a taxi with my friend and paid the taxi driver $250 to get us to that airport.

I just parked my car in what appears to be a massive new garage in USF. I see Gemma walking ahead of me so I sped up to say "ELLO mate". She looked at me estranged and said "hello?" and kept walking. Then I was puzzled but insisted in walking with her. I asked where she was headed to and she gave me a vague answer I felt like I had ask her the same question not too long ago and got the same answer. I figured she was just trying to get away from me so I felt rejected and decided to stop walking with her at the end of the 3rd floor.

We're at a bartender's dog's birthday party. The dog was turning 17 in human years so it was about to kick it anytime but still it wagged its tale for the cake. The bartender was sort of crying as she was telling me she was sad cause her husband left her and at that moment I was like: "OK everybody time to go. Party is over".

It starts out like a music video, or a Cribs episode of Meme's house, big pool with multiple shacks inside the pool and a nice 90's Central American mansion style. Meme's was cooking and she was vibrant and cooking a lot of food. There were a lot of people there too.