You drift off to still stranger dreams

You are at Joe's, but you're behind the bar. It's a busy night. You're pouring drink after drink. You look down, you are Abby, but it feels normal. The bar is even busier, the clients are all men. Constantly demanding more and more drinks. Hundreds of them all at once. You pour as fast as you can determined to satisfy them but you are not fast enough. They are coming over the bar, they are taking the drinks for themselves. You have lost control of the situation but you are not afraid, you only want them to be satisfied.