"Oh. Well, let's see....Little babies float about on purple bricks, and then giant frisbees come in and announce that they are breaking the rules and will be put away in a room with some no-handled mugs, only they're interrupted by a bottle of ginger beer that jumps up and down and up down and up and down and sprays froth all over them so that the babies escape, and then the frisbees send some wild sunflowers after them that keep reflecting sunlight into the path of the babies so that it's too shiny to see where they're going, and then they come to a river of liquid emerald and the bricks refuse to go on because everybody knows that purple and green don't match, so the babies hop off and take out their lollipops and lick them till they're really sticky and then throw them at the sunflowers to tangle them up, and then -"
"No. I meant, tell us about your career dreams."
"........."
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you remembered all that?
First I've ever heard of fashion-conscious bricks...
Ha ha, good one.
Hahahaha. Brilliant =)
ha ha. I am so relieved now.
my last dream only involved me driving my car through the city with 3 other people, one of them in the backseat was Hugh Laurie, being his witty self.
I am waiting for Stephen Fry to join him. Then I will sell tickets to my dreams - for the one seat next to the driver. :)
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Is a story no? Nobody reads the labels kya?
Yes, but it's funny nevertheless =D
I suspect you answered the question correctly, eh?
'career dreams' => dreams careering.
I'm a hair's breadth (?) away from doing that even now.
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