Chester’s not a dog

Date: 1/12/2018

So I had a dream where o was friends with a group of older guys. They were all really cool, and yeah. At one point Chester wants to go try out a game at the game store. So I go with him and then get distracted by something else. Hours later we come back and I come back to check on Chester, worried he never got out of the car, and he wasn’t there. Then he taps me on the shoulder and gets in the car and says the game wasn’t that good. I guess Chester’s not a dog, he can take care of himself