As we rode over the San Francisco bridge, suddenly a One Direction song came on the radio and he told me to be quiet and turned it up really loud and started singing the words to it saying he liked it.
I think the name of the song was "Best Song Ever"...
We then drove to some hippy liberal woman's house he was friends with in San Francisco and there was marijuana everywhere and Savage started to smoke some.
He offered me some but I refused.
We then started talking about this restaurant where Michael said he stepped in shit one time, and he blamed it on a matador who didn't clean the shit off his shoes.
I started to laugh hysterically in the dream, no doubt from all the marijuana smoke in the room, and I actually woke up at this point and I woke up literally laughing, I was laughing in reality while I dreamed.
It was most bizarre thing ever...
