I'm staying at a hotel with three other guys I don't really know. I wake up to find one of them has done hundreds of dollars worth of damage to the room and shades in the halls. I'm explaining to the others that if we con't call the cops on the guy ourselves the hotel is going to make us all pay for it.
I'm outside the hotel, looking up a hill. There are cowboys wrangling up wild horses and low flying aircraft. The horses have very strong hind legs and I think about how I told someone in waking life my body aches felt like I'd been kicked by a horse. The horses can use their front legs a bit like arms and two of them are having a fistfight.
I'm wrestling with the guy who wrecked the hotel room. I hear a particularly loud particularly low plane that seems to be approaching from beyond the hill. As I wonder if it's going to crash on us, it comes into view - it's not an airplane but a giant blue dumpster. The guy who I was going to call the cops on is holding onto me as if he would rather die with me, crushed by the dumpster, than be arrested.
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