Drunks interrupt dreams
One weekend, I was roused from my slumber by the sound of loud voices and a ground-shaking bass line. After a moment of fumbling for my glasses, I glanced at the clock: 3:37 a.m. Peering through the window, I found a handful of inebriated students surrounding a car, which was parked frighteningly close to mine, with the doors wide open and the stereo system blaring. They were singing off-key at the top of their lungs to a dreadful country song and yelling at one another for cigarettes.

