Dreams and Alcohol

I had a dream last night.
I was running from some men, and also time traveling, while shopping, in a book store, for books of course, but also fruit and vegetables.
Between stopping to look through the books for what I wanted I would run from these men that would swarm the store like some kind of video game characters, suddenly spawned, and then gone.
A tribal man from Africa that had been turned into a painting pleaded with me to buy him. He said when they shipped him back he would useless to them, that he would be wrinkled in shipping, and they would eat him. He told me that he had wanted to play the drums, but three other men were playing them in the paintings they were made into.
I looked through the books that had been placed in my hand cart, some of them by other customers, and removed the ones I didn't want. I kept most of the fruit and veggies, except I somehow had picked up two bags of bananas. I put back the one with less bananas, and kept the other. There was a large bottle of beer imported from somewhere, on the shelves. I wanted to get it. It had to be at least 64 oz.
A man looked at how I was putting back books, and considering the beer, and he asked me, "Do you want dreams, or do you want alcohol?"
Why can't I have both?