It was a road trip with several work colleagues past and present. The mood was, to put it mildly, quite somber. We drove in total silence.
As is the case with most of my dreams, the details are somewhat fuzzy. I do remember that the drive was entirely uphill, starting with some fairly rough road with very little in the way of recognizable landmarks. At some point the road ended, at which point we drove up a grassy hillside. At no time did anyone in the car question this decision.
After driving for what seemed to be hours, we pulled into a palatial establishment called the Ball City Brewing Company. One should not confuse this place with Durham, NC’s Bull City Brewery. For one, no roads led to this brewery. It was at the peak of a grassy hill, towering over the treeless countryside. It was packed. Also, at the risk of stating the obvious, it doesn’t exist in real life.