don't drink the raging bitch

Last night I went to the rack house with some friends and decided to have the raging bitch belgian IPA. It gave me nightmares last night, the worst of which was:

In my dream I was staying at a ski resort with my brother Bob and my sister Cat. But it wasn't an ordinary ski resort. I realized after I got there that they kept arranging the hotel around so it was hard to find my room (it was always in a different place). They were doing this because they were slowly killing all the hotel guests and were hoping no one would notice because they were so busy trying to find their rooms. The guests that were to be killed were put on these cartoon painted buses. I knew which buses were the kill buses because they stopped at the edge of a boat dock that was off by itself, unconnected to the hotel, in the middle of a field of snow. The bus would show up empty and people would get on it and then look out the windows as the bus drove off pleading for me to help them. I was mad at the people for getting on the bus because it was obvious they were going to die.

The hotel had a 4 lane highway that was the main hotel corridor. We would drive over the highway and then suddenly it would end and we would be in free fall. When we landed (the car would vanish) we would then have to take a series of elevators, escalators, and stairs trying to find our rooms.

I finally decided we should leave, but Bob and Cat wanted to find the famous hotel deli and have lunch there. Somehow I got separated from them and ended up in a bookstore that was five stories high and all glass. I found two rare math books that I had always wanted and they were only $5 each so I decided to buy them. But when I went to the counter to pay for them the guy couldn't scan the bar codes and he said, even though there was a price tag on the books clearly showing their price, that since he couldn't scan the books he couldn't charge me for them.

So he gave the books back to me and told me to go up to the next floor and check out a travel book he had written about the area. I found the book and went back downstairs to pay for all my books but the checkout counters were all gone. So I cautiously walked out of the store and no alarm went off so I assumed the guy meant for me to take the books.

Then I was walking down a long corridor and the ceiling was 80 feet high. Bodies kept falling off the roof and landing behind me. I got scared and wondered where Bob and Cat were. I started running and found myself suddenly at the end of the wooden dock.

I was like "fuck! I need to get off this dock before the bus comes!" but the bus suddenly materialized in front of me. Weirdly, it was full of people. Then I noticed the guy from the book store was on the bus staring at me in an accusatory fashion. I didn't want him to think I stole books from the store so I started putting on chap stick and avoided looking at him. Suddenly my chap stick started melting and I realized the guy was melting it by using a laser beam in his eyes and that he was going to kill me next. I looked around and there was a little boy standing next to me eating a pistachio ice cream cone.

I thought "who the fuck eats an ice cream cone at a ski resort in the middle of winter?"

Then I woke up.