Dreams of G cups

Reinout came in just before 10 in the morning to wake me up. For a moment I was utterly confused and didn’t know who the man with the big head and striped shirt breathing in my face was. I was  in the middle of a dream. The most surreal dream, which I still can’t decide if it was a pleasant one or sheer horror. I went on to tell him.

“I dreamt I was on the beach with you and your company. But when I started to get undressed and checked the other people on the beach I realised to my dismay that all the women had huge breasts. I am talking G cups”
Reinout smiled. “Well I must have been enjoying that.”
“Yes you were certainly. I felt so bad so I decided to blog about it, and asked you guys if I could use one of your laptop. But none of you had any!! Which was really odd because you had a meeting at the beach.”
I thought for a moment. “Well actually it makes sense now. You didn’t need them because you were checking out the babes” Reinout laughed as in agreement.

I wonder why I had such a dream. Perhaps it has something to do with our small talks over lunch yesterday. Reinout was telling about his old classmate who was not so smart “but what a rack”. I must admit, the notion of plastic surgery did enter my mind when I saw the stars in his eyes recalling those days. It was evident he was once again in lala land.

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