My best friend called me yesterday, and I said, “Oh, I forgot to tell you: I had the strangest dream about you last night.”
“Really? What?” she said.
I told her it was me and her and my friend Cos in a big room “and I was eating this dessert. It was made of marscapone cheese with chocolate, and it was so good, I kept trying to get you to taste it. You kept saying, ‘No, I don’t want to taste it.’ Really weird.”
“R. (her boyfriend) was eating a dessert made of marscapone cheese and chocolate last night, and he kept trying to get me to taste it,” she said. “I kept telling him, no, I didn’t want to taste it.”
I thought she was kidding me. She wasn’t. Hmm.