I dream of Google.

In the dream he is throwing a party with an indeterminate number of male friends at a rented house outside of the city. As the sun sets (creating the ominous twilight typical of his dreamlife) he realizes that there is no beer and he must go to the beer store before it closes. But within the store all is chaos -- his order of two cases has been jumbled by the clueless staff. He is anxious that his guests will arrive and he won't be there to greet them. And where are his chums? He tries desperately to assemble a motley assortment of off-brand beer from the nearly-empty storeroom. He doesn't know how he's going to get the loose bottles back, and the staff are no help. Finally, his friends appear; they have brought an unpainted pine coffin to carry the beer in.

He wakes.