Remote Control Of Your Dreams

It was about 12 o'clock on Saturday morning when Dave woke up with a damn strong hangover, but grinned to himself as he slowly got up and started to shower and got ready for the day.

He was 18, 6 feet three inches tall, weighed 130 pounds, had had lots of fun getting wasted with some friends yesterday, but most importantly, his parents had left to visit some friends in Europe, leaving him to do as he pleased for 2 long weeks.

After having eaten breakfast Dave let himself fall into the couch in the living room to watch some TV until his hangover would disappear. He groped for the remote, and turned on the TV, but somehow he wasn't holding the usual remote, but one slightly bigger.

"Fuck it, as long as it works." Was all Dave could think of as he zapped through the

channels. "If only this damn hangover would go away" He quietly said to himself while pressing a random button, hoping to turn down the volume.

At first he didn't notice anythinig special, but as he kept pushing the button his head got clearer and he noticed that he hadn't turned down the volume at all, but that his hangover had completely disappeared.

"What the hell?" Not that Dave wasn't happy, but he'd been wasted and suffering from hangovers often enough to know the one that had just disappeared should've lasted for at least 3 or 4 hours. And he'd be damned if he didn't find out how he stopped it so he could do it again whenever he needed to.

While Dave was busy thinking about what had just happened suddenly the phone rang.