**Tonight’s Clash Over a Drunken Toast

I had this weird dream where I got into an epic fight with friends during a wild drinking night.
We all raised our glasses, but somehow, the evening turned chaotic so quickly.
It was like everyone’s frustrations spilled over, and even in my sleep, I felt that mix of laughter and anger.
Waking up, I couldn’t help but think about how some nights just leave you with more scars than memories—even if they’re just dreams.
Sometimes, the only real release is a good laugh at our own ridiculousness.**