I was in my dining room sitting with Margaret, Dad, and David (my friend). We were all sipping on wine, chatting. The wine was delicious (I could actually taste it in the dream, it had the right combination of sweetness vs character that I liked). I saw that the glasses were empty, so I poured wine into dad’s and Margaret’s glass, but before I could serve David, Margaret took her glass and emptied it on the table, the she stuck a finger on the puddle that had formed.

“Why did you just do that?”, I asked. I was sort of amused, as I was a bit drunk. “I thought it would form a portal to a different dimension” said Margaret, with rosy drunken cheeks. We all laughed, except for David, who was serious. His glass was empty, so I grabbed the bottle to serve him, but I saw it was empty. I shrugged to David, and he said “let’s go”. I didn’t really want to leave, as we were having a good time, but I stood up anyways, and then I thought about the things I would need to pack, as I would spend the night at his place in Mexico City.