May 24th, 2012
Last night's dream was so pointless. We were in a bar with my rl friends. This is not anything unusual, right? Well, except it was in the 1970s. Yep, the bar was a 70s disco, and everyone was in complete 70s gear with wide-leg pants and all.
I was nursing the same drink the whole night, while my friends got happily drunk - which is kind of funny, because irl it's usually me who gets totally smashed. For some reason, I just kept thinking how much I would like to hit the dancefloor, but never got around to it. At one point, some older guy nearby our table started to talk to us. Well, mainly me, because I was sober and gave him scathing replies. For example:
Guy: "Would you like to see what's in my pants?"
Me: "I don't think there's a lot to see."
We continued our bantering for a while, and it was actually quite nice, because either of us didn't take the conversation too seriously. It ended when he had to go, but before he left, he gave me his business card. It read "Mademoiselle (smth, it was a really long and complicated name)". It took me a second for the light bulb to go off, but when it did, I looked up at him/her, and (s)he just winked and said: "How did you know?" Referring to my earlier comment on there not being much in his/her pants. We all had a good laugh at that. xD
Finally, when they gave the signal, we started to leave. I was just coming back from the bathroom, when I noticed that while the rest of our party was waiting outside, two of my friends were quarreling with the clerk - there was also a small shop in the bar, you see. This one friend, who was completely plastered, had tried to buy cigarettes, but was lacking 0.10€ (0.13$). I went to the counter and said: "Oh, my God. Are you kidding me? All this for 10 cents? Here, for Heaven's sake, I'll pay it." I mean, seriously, 10 cents? I've had a bigger discount than that for a drink in a bar.
We got out of the bar, and I woke up. All's well that ends well. :D