Just so you know, it's a lie

Weird day today. I woke up from this crazy dream. I dreamt that I heard a baby crying in this abandoned hospital. I walked through the empty halls following the sound. I finally found it in an examination room on the prep table covered in blood. I cleaned him off and checked for scraped or wounds. It must have been someone else's blood. I covered the baby in a blanket and carried it with me to the entrance doors. I pushed open the doors letting all the sunlight flood in. I was blinded for a second. As my eyesight regained focus I looked down to see the baby was no longer there but instead it was a bucket of ice cold Mexican Corona bottles. Each Corona bottle was dripping from the ice that filled the bucket. I picked one out and gently brought it to my lips. As I sipped its golden brilliance I could feel it sink down my throat and make me feel so absolutely good it brought me to tears. My mind relished in the past experiences with Corona; drinking and laughing with friends, playing monopoly as the boot and utterly destroying the competition with a hotel on St. James place, New York and Tennessee ave, and having a meaningful chat with my parents. As I brought the bottle away from my quivering lips it turned back into the baby. I woke up crying. Luckily though, my fridge was filled with the comfort of cold golden Corona. I'm sure the baby was fine.