So, well before the dreams starts in my memory, i had moved into Lewis and his dad's gigantic dream house in the capacity of serving boy for some vague and unexplained wrong that i had done their family. They ordered me around with contempt and amusement, making me do menial and demeaning things, until finally i said to them 'i'm only doing this out of respect for you guys and with the hope that we can be friends again' and Lewis laughed in my face and said 'that's probably not going to happen'. So i said 'i'm leaving' and immediately got up and started organizing my stuff which was mixed in with everything in every room of this big house. i also took this little picture book about trolls which belonged to them. In the dream, i owned an old car, something like a gremlin, and while i was packing i was mentally planning how to fit everything in my gremlin, planning to make a few trips to get everything to my new apartment which i could visualize in my head. Then, i was walking through this giant open-air market, where there were butchers everywhere cutting meat from large fresh carcasses, in whatever style you wanted. Then somehow i ended up being a guest judge at a singing contest featuring an old, fat, gray-haired Michael McDonald (Doobie Bros.), and being hosted by some lady who looked alot like the old fat Mike McD. The first singer i saw was pretty boring, but the second guy lost his cowboy hat and fell over, then when he got up, he had a lizard suit on and freaked out, running behind this dresser in the corner of the room, standing behind it and wailing while moving his head from side to side, his face framed by a bamboo mat hanging on the wall behind him. Then the fat old lady host introduced Michael McDonald and they did this really fast intricate street-style handshake and Mike approached the podium to rock....and then i woke up.
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