In my dream I told my wife we should head down the road a few hours from Tuscaloosa and go to Houston. In Houston we found this restaurant that was really nice. It had world class steaks and other food but it was not a tuxedo kind of place, it was more like a very nice tavern with warm oak paneled walls. They had a soccer match playing on TV and I saw a friend of mine score 2 goals for his team. He is in his seventies but I was so excited to see him push the ball over the goal line with his head. He physically had to shove the ball in with his head because the goalie was pinning the ball against the goal post. The food was amazing and my wife said I should tell one of our friends back in Tuscaloosa about this place, that he would enjoy it. The scene changed and I was at the hospital in Houston and they told me that they had a heart for my transplant. It was in a cooler on the dash of our truck (although we don't have a truck in real life) and we had to drive back to Tuscaloosa for the transplant. Because we needed to hurry we had a police escort to take us to the hospital. People were worried about the police and sheriff in a certain district that we had to drive through because they had been consolidating power and were trying to control that region. Then I woke up.
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