drive-in movies in gelsenkirchen.

i'm at wiener with a bunch of people, drinking crappy overpriced merlot.
ben becker is there, and in his wonderfully deep and scratchy voice asks me on a date to watch movies in a drive-in theatre in gelsenkirchen.

definitely the most unrealistic and oddest of the short film type dreams i had saturday night. the others were all sexually supercharged and starring people i'll actually meet in real life.
hello, subconscious?