I was having some sort of big party at my house (nrh) where there were long rows of tall tables and we were all playing board games. The party was seriously populated by mucho bitches, mostly people from high school that I haven't kept in touch with since.
All of a sudden there was a scream. A guy with a short, neat ''fro and dressed in scrubs and a lab coat said loud and very clearly "I've killed someone". When I went over to investigate there was a very slight bloody mess and a small lump about the size of a chicken nugget of what appeared to be intestinal tissue. Now, where the rest of the body disappeared to is anyone's guess and how we were to infer that this guy killed someone in plain sight of the game-playing and then got rid of all but one nugget of the body was also perplexing, even in the dream.
The party obviously disbanded and Sabra and I went down to a local bar, a very busy hip place that had a dj spinning all day and night. We went and sat on some stools right at the bar and I asked the dj if he would play "Come Pick Me Up" and he agreed. He found the cover for it and it was somehow a three vinyl copy. However, someone had stolen the record with the song on it, the middle record. I was massively disappointed and he was unhappy, too. That's one of the best breakup songs ever, he said. We finished our drinks quietly at another table. I slammed down my glass and walked up to the dj and asked him if he would play the song if I brought my copy in. Absolutely, he answered.
