#dreamjournal had a dream I was rescuing toys from certain destruction by stuffing them in mailing tubes and smuggling them out of a building. On my way out, the guy who owned the building (?) and my brother were sat down at a table and they invited me to drink whiskey with them. Even though I don't drink, I didn't want to arouse suspicion by refusing. For whatever reason I didn't want them to know I was saving the toys. As soon as I drank the whiskey I became instantly light-headed and my vision distorted. I said something like "I always thought people were reacting to the burn, but I guess it really does just hit that fast" and then I woke up.