The Nomad Chronicles

In Waking Life, my dead didjeridoo master just died. His best friend gave me one of his prized didjeridoos which I have named Psyborg, for it is a badass aluminum fiberglass composite. The staff of the dead master is given to the apprentice by the master's brother. Now, here is my dream:

I am sleeping next to K. I fall asleep and begin to dream. I am at an outdoor party. I see Kai leaning against a bar with his shirt off. He has not tattoos or scar on his chest. He's wearing bell bottom jeans and looks completely fucking real. He grins at me mischeviously.

I wonder if it's a dream. How can it be? Kai, look at him grinning at you, man. He looks completely fucking real! It's not a dream. Yes it is.

I wake up. I am lying in bed next to K. I tell her about the dream. Wait, this is still a dream. What the fuck?

I wake up.