Get out get out get out of my head

More dreams. P.Diddy and an old green Volksvagen. Abhishek Bachchan. Yes, again. On the beach. Trying to light a bonfire. Lots of people milling about. Barbeque smells. Salty air. Loud ocean. Breezy night. Nested in a quiet corner wrapped up in a blue and green blanket with something alcoholic - me. Which suddenly caught fire. Little B trying to set me ablaze. Woke up feeling hungry.

Why is A.B. Jr. trying to kill me?! Have I crossed into that realm of conciousness where I believe that celebrities are out to get me?! Have I finally lost it?!