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20.10.03 - 7:04 a.m. I had one messed up dream. I was driving w/ my friend Jenna. She was explaining to me how she had these bridesmaids who were her same age godmothers form Denmark. I pulled in this drug store type deal. I got out and got right back in and there is this blond woman wearing a bright turquoise sleeveless sweater w/ the high neck clutching her purse looking down. I ask here what she is doing in my car while Jenna is outside her door making the whole car rock by slamming her body against it like she's busting down the door. I tell Jen just to hop in the back and the woman never answers. I look back at her and it's now a small (forgive me) Egyptian man w/ a mustache and curly hair. He's got a button up shirt on and tan pants with a belt. I ask him what he's doing there and he leans over and reaches to something I thought was a gun but looked like a beeper and he pulled it out of his pants - it turned out to be a tape recorder- he hit play and it started this song about how happy the singer would be to blow everything up. "I said ok...what do you need?" (This is so F'd up) "Coconut truffles" "Oh sure great! I know where to get some but I think they're gonna close soon lemme call them as I drive" so I start driving. I am trying to call Godiva and there are no answers plus its hard to drive because apparently the only way to hold the phone is to have pinned to my shoulder using my head which makes for an awkward driving vision. Then we're in Godiva and it's me w/ mike behind me, the Bomber man and this young red/blond chick in the turquoise no sleeve, long neck sweater thing hiding behind him, following me in. I tell him to look around and act like a customer and I will get the truffles for him. So I go up to the counter and Sandy is there- I mouth call 911 and she nods as I say out loud 2 coconut truffles please. She tells me I can get them and walks to the phone so I go to a "floating" unit on the back wall and call the bomber guy over and ask him if these look good. He looks back at the girl and she nods. I get so pissed because I realize he just wanted to give his girlfriend something and didn't have any money so he made me feel like an ass. I storm out the door, Mike tailing me. The girl somehow is out on the front porch as we exit what feels like an apartment building. I yell at her as she paces around wringing her hands and tries to apologize. We all get in the car where 2 more people - a great gal from high school wearing a wedding dress and a red cloth tied around her neck sitting on the lap of a guy who hung out w/ completely different people in high school wearing a tux. Mike gets in behind me, next to them and the Bomber guy and his girlfriend get into the passenger side front. I ask my two high school buddies how prom was because apparently they had to stay behind a year and they just came from that(the girl was the kind of person who made her own dresses and outfits very outrageous so I could see she might have actually worn a cute wedding dress modified) I am for some reason so pissed at Mike and he's trying to get me to talk to him so as I reach back for the buckle he hands it to me and I tear it away. I start driving and listening to the prom couples great night and I pull down a street where 3 girls are riding their bikes across. I try and wait for them to cross but they change their minds and just turn back half way so they and just keep playing in the street. I swerve around them honking and cursing w/ more road rage than I've ever had and get down the street when I decide to call Godiva and tell them to tell the cops nothing happened and it was just a mistake or that the robbers only took 2 things so it was nothing to worry about. I couldn't get through so I kept getting more mad. I woke up feeling so angry at Mike fore some reason.
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