"Thank God that wasn't real"

I don't know how else to say this so I'm just going to copy the chat dialog from my explaining it a moment ago:

I had the most fucked up dream last night

it all seemed so real that when I woke up I actually said out loud, "thank god that wasn't real"

Aliens had invaded

and they were snatchin' people up and destroying the place

Durango got blasted with a rocket

blown to smithereens

we kept wondering if he was really dead

or just taken somewhere else

but the explosion led us to believe he was no more, so it goes

They kept trying to abduct Wes, but we hid him in a closet

a magic closet of sorts

Then we met these guys who had this giant suitcase labeled "rations"

so we fought them for it and won

however when we opened it up it was empty

and the guys we attacked were all tied up, and they seemed to have troll faces

not real ones, but just the slight hint, you know, like that Solo pic

we all ended up in this lounge like thing

there was like 30 people there

we were all forming a resistance faction

but all the liquor was gone

except for a 1/2 gal of Rum

which you happily passed to me

and i mixed with diet dr pepper

Then I woke up.