a few thoughts
“I would love to write dreams for you!”
I had a dream a while back that I was sitting at a bar in a corner of a run-down banquet hall with faded, worn-out red carpeting. I was drinking bourbon from a plastic cup, served to me by a friendly middle-aged barmaid who gave me tips on the “right way” to drink bourbon (e.g. slamming the cup onto the bar between shots, which I had some difficulty doing with a plastic cup). I have no idea what bourbon tastes like (quit drinking at age 17), but in my dream it tasted kind of like flat cream soda.
Yeah, I’ve got an opening for a new dreamwriter. Email me your resume.
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