Queer Eye for Beer Goggles

Last night I dreamt that Carson from Queer Eye was trying to strangle me. I was in a hammock on a beach in Thailand and he was force feeding me Special K cereal. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't get out of the hammock. It was hot and Carson smelled of mothballs and apple cider. Coincidently, it was Bellini night at The Cactus Club last night. Perhaps the peach schnapps didn't sit too well after all. C