The other day I dreamed about breasts. More precisely, I dreamed about Drew Barrymore sitting on a chair in front of me, her back to me, my hand inside her dress feeling her breast (quite larger than irl, btw). Anyway, the act of touching her breast reminded me of Banja Luka, a city in Bosnia, which confused me to the level of waking me up. It didn't wear off the entire morning...
Feel free to interpret!
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Wow - I can clearly see that this dream was about me! :-)
Way back, when we first met, I had a naked Drew as my desktop background (which prompted Ali to say his infamous "I like Drew, but I wouldn't have HIM as a background").
And for the Banja Luka part - need I say no more? So, by process of rectangular elimination, we can very quickly come to the conclusion that only only thing existing in the whole known universe, linking Drew Barrymore's breast to Banja Luka am I.
I'm touched that you miss me so much old friend, that you torture your self by dreams of Drew's bombs. But dispare not - I'll be there quite soon!
Tada!
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