Beer and an ocelot

Last night I had a dream.

I was at a party/BBQ in the woods at night. We were sitting at old picnic tables and there were pretty lights strung up. A friend who I haven't seen since graduation was there. He worked at the brewery down the forest path and refused to talk to me. Then he dumped a big jug of beer on my head which ruined my clothes. Later, I domesticated an ocelot. It was soft and cuddly and very dangerous, but I loved it.

The end.