No wonder he blamed you.

I ate cheese before bed again last night. I dreamed I was on some old train platform with old cobblestones everywhere, as random kids rolled past me on those pump handcars. Girls and boys of different ages. One with boys slammed into something and they fell over and laughed. Eventually one with two girls sitting and wearing skirts pulled up. I gasped, noticing their downunder goods were clearly showing to me. Then I realized they were both smiling at me. Their car too rolled away, but now I felt happy. I took a walk down the old street, happy that I had FINALLY caught a glimpse of something good in public, as I don't believe I ever have before. Thank you, latenight cheese.