SurrealReality

I am sitting in a cafe which is a mix of our favourite Coffeeshop in Amsterdam and my favourite cocktail bar at home. The tables are small and round but I have never seen them before.
I see stairs going up to another level but I don´t know whats up there. I look at the cashier and its the girl from the coffeeshop. The seats are red and comfy so I lean back and look outside the window. On the way to the windows I can see my friends who are sitting at the minitables and rolling joints. Outside I can see a river going by, a gray street, a tree and a bike. The weather is cloudy and I am happy to be inside. Suddenly Dave is in front of me with his huge Mohawk and aviator sunglasses
"Hey man this is Netsky, our coder, the one everybody tries to hunt down"
This is very disturbing and I should have known that this is a dream by now but I cant control my dream. Netsky is a DnB DJ I sometimes listen to. Dave and my friends I have been to Amsterdam are part of the Team Germany Call of Duty team. The coder he was talking about is **** (censored because of ToS) who has been working with me on an illegal computer project. There is no connection at all.
I look at Netsky. He is small has long hair and looks kinda confused. He wears glasses, a grey shirt and a green faded jacket
"Hey man"
"Whatsup"
He sits down at my table and an awkward silence begins, I ask him if he wants to smoke with me but he refuses. I lean back and close my eyes when he suddenly tells me "Look at your watch man"
I lift my arm in front of my eyes and realize that its way too late
I open my eyes and check my real watch. F*CK its 7.35AM and my work starts at 8... Thanks Netsky or whoever you were.