Mandy, I had a dream about you last night: (don't get too excited)
You were working at like a family-run home hardware store (only it was like the size of a Home Depot or Lowes), but I was the only one who knew who you really were. Everyone else you worked with thought you were just some innocent thing (a Mandy Flores like 2 steps shy of being a nun despite the cut-off jean shorts and flannel shirt tied at your chest over a white tanktop, so it wasn't like you were trying to hide your body or anything), but I knew who and what you really were, and that your day job might've been at the family hardware store, but that at nights and on the weekends, you were the Mandy Flores we all know and love, making dirty videos and "slangan' panties," as you like to say
Well, your father had asked you to help me find everything I was looking for, and it was like every time we got alone together for me to try to talk to you about being who you really were, that I was a fan of your work, and that it was really great to meet you, there would be some interruption (either you were called away, or someone else asked you for help), and I never got the chance. Though despite the interruptions, you were extremely helpful in finding everything I was originally after.
I sorta wonder if I hadn't had to get up when I did and the dream had been able to continue, what may have happened. But I guess unless it continues tonight, we'll never know.
