I fought the Law and the Law won

Last night, I dreamt that I was in Disneyworld. Sounds like fun at first, but for some reason, these guys were chasing me. I later figured out that they were cops. I tried out running them, but these guys were in pretty good shape, also they were figments of my dream. I tried hiding in the It's a Small world ride, but they found me and then beat the shit out of me with their billy clubs. Then I tried hiding in the teacups but they found me there too and beat the shit out of me again. Finally, I found the guy who wears the Mickey Mouse costume and knocked him out with a beer bottle- I don't recall where the bottle came from or who the hell drank my beer. I put on the costume and started running for the park exit, but right before I got there, the cops found me again and started beating the shit out of me, still half in the Mickey costume, in front of all these kids. Children were screaming as the police just kept beating and beating me. Then some little dickwad kid kicked me in my face.

I suddenly woke up and found myself laying on the showroom floor covered in tears and shame. I realized Disneyworld was the shop and the cops that were beating me were my co-workers and boss, and the little kid who kicked me in the face was life.

Get ready, Atlanta. I'll be moving back this June!