Can A Whore Get A Drink?

Posted on July 11th, 2010 by Jean

 

I had such a strange dream last night. Thank you, Taco Bell.
 
In this dream, I was a prostitute. Quiet! I worked in a swanky Mall -slash- Casino -slash- Hotel. Police were looking for a missing person, and all the whores’ suites were to be searched. My trick (is that the right term?) was a nice, elderly gentleman who wanted to buy me a drink. I was just about to tell the bartender my order when my date cut me off, and ordered two shots of a clear liquor. Then it dawned on me. Can a whore order a drink, or do you have to just take what you’re offered?
 
Typical of a casino, it was hard to find my way around. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out how to exit! Plus, the mall was very enticing. I’ll bet I spent a lot of my earnings there.
 
• Tell me a strange dream you’ve had.
• If you worked in a mall, would you spend a lot of money there?
• Do you think a prostitute can order the drink of her choice?

Tags: dream, hooker, Humor, mall, prostitute, Shopping, shots, taco bell, trick, whore

My Dream

Posted on September 8th, 2008 by Jean

Dream A Little (odd) Dream
 
Yesterday Tom and I were talking about dreams. You see, I rarely remember mine. The kids usually jar me awake, leaving no time to marinate in my dream juices. (Dream juices?! That doesn’t sound right! But the kids are arguing over whose towel is who’s, and I can’t think. Is that the proper use of the words who’s/whose?)
 
Where was I? Oh! Last night I remembered my dream!
 
The Dream
 
I’m watching Johnny Depp perform. He’s in a large room, perhaps a cafeteria, and there are many people sitting in metal folding chairs. He finishes his scene and glances over at me. I give him the thumbs up, which makes him laugh, and he returns the thumbs up to me. I made Johnny Depp laugh! Next time I’m giving him the OK sign!
 

 
Johnny has a parachute/kite contraption with fishing line hanging off of it in a big loop. I don’t see how it will support me, but I slip the loop over my head and arms. Next thing I know, I am soaring around the room above everyone’s heads. Wee! Look at me! Everyone is smiling and laughing! But then, I begin to descend. I float softly towards the floor, and begin crawling between the metal chairs. People aren’t so amused now! They look distressed as I crawl too near their tote bags and such.
 

 
Next scene, I approach a 1 room house. It has stairs and a porch. There doesn’t appear to be any doors; just a large opening leading into the room. One of Tom’s friends sees me and says he’s glad I’m here. I can help work on his floor. All around the room, people are sawing wood and hammering it into place. The wood is going every which way, but surprisingly looks good! I don’t get to help before waking up.
 

 
So…what does it mean?
 
Dream interpretations gladly accepted!
 
• Did you dream last night?

Tags: depp, dream, dreams, strange