Jill: I had that dream again last night.
Lill: The one where ‘N Sync reunite and invite you to tour with them across Europe?
Jill: No, the one where Brad leaves Angelina and whisks me away to George Clooney’s Italian villa.
Lill: Right, what happened this time?
Jill: We frolicked naked through an olive grove and fed each other sweet oranges.
Lill: Sounds hot.
Jill: It was until Woody Allen showed up.
Lill: *Raises eyebrows*
Jill: He played chess with Brad while I plucked wild flowers. I think there was also a gnome following us…
Lill: Wow, gnomes are new. You really need to stop eating that funky cheese while watching those hipster indie films.
Jill: No kidding, I think the combination is rotting my brain.
Lill: On the contrary, dreams involving Woody Allen and chess may indicate your subconscious mind is evolving from its usual occupation with sex and shopping.
Jill: Why are we friends again?