Now THAT’S what I call a decent dream. Was buying a Starbucks in a tropical island paradise, and the Barista girl was finishing work, so took me out on a date. The rest of the dream consisted of a long, slow float around a labyrinthine waterpark seemingly half the size of the Atlantic, sipping at cold drinks (not sure what happened to my latte, but that’s how it is in dreams) with the Starbucks girl frequently naked. Momentary problem with the ex-girlfriend who turned up having grown a third breast, but you can’t have everything.
Posted onDecember 27, 2006
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