Dreams 22

So me and a few other humans are going to this sponsored/ticketed event at a school of some sort. I don't recall what the event is, and I only vaguely remember seeing some things. In the hallways, though, we pass Matt Damon 3 times and each time he has to check our tickets, because he's a ticket checker. Each time he marks down his inspection number, which is 69. The third time he marks mine he points to the upper right hand corner where someone that was not him had written a 69. He's drinking a half empty, watered down gin and tonic (or maybe vodka) with a lemon. He walks with us and we avoid a few random hallway ladders, and he says to me 'Hey, after this we should go to the other side of town and have some drinks'. 'Maybe' I say. Then he asks me why the hesitation, and tells me we'll have a great time. I totally agree, but I tell him that I might have band practice, but if not, then we'll totally go party. Awoken.