I was riding in a gorgeous vintage car with my grandpa, Uncle Wayne and an unknown male. It was seriously a beautiful car, like a two-tone 1940's Cadillac La Salle, or something. We were driving on a windy road in the hills and we suddenly stop at a low wall. The other three proceed to jump over the wall and I'm super freaked out because how far down is the drop, right? But when I peer out the window of the car and over the wall it turns out Grandpa and Uncle Wayne are beating the shit out of unknown male.
Cut to an apartment where my mom lives. I am trying to tell her about the road beating and she tells me I shouldn't concern myself with things like that. Then she spends a zillion years telling me about how her cats are obsessed with this certain type of canned food and is trying to persuade me to try it and I am like "We are not eating fucking CAT FOOD" and yet somehow I am forced to eat cat food and it is disgusting and we are like tripping balls and the room starts spinning all weird.
