My Dream:

I walk into the CP. Immediately, Linda serves me a big, steaming mug of
hot piss. Then, Kat shares with me her freshly made tray of Ritz crackers 
with shit pate.

All the while, I sit back, smoking a big stogie, and lighting my farts.

RJ, of course, is in full black latex restraints in the seat next to me, 
with "Clockwork Orange"-type eye- and nostril-openers applied. Of course, 
the rest of clubs patrons and dancers are all participating in this 
ritual with equal gusto.

And as we laugh, talk and sing the night away, a box full of moths is 
released into the room and RJ is dipped in wax and set ablaze.

I wake up, with a big smile on my face.

Saxbeat