It Happened On Sesame Street

Dream 12/8/2014

My friend Derek and I own a hot dog vending business. 

We decide to set up in front of a Starbucks where much foot traffic will take place due to a wedding. In order for the people attending the wedding to get to the reception, they must cross our path. 

Derek starts to set up the cart while I go into Starbucks and ask permission to set up in front of their store. I know the manager. I think he'll let me. I sit at the coffee bar. He comes over to me. I start to ask him but he interrupts me and tells me how much he likes my dad. He goes on and on. Every time I try to bring up the subject of the hot dog cart, he starts talking about my dad. It's hopeless. 

I leave.

I step out the front door to find the hot dog cart gone. I ask Derek about it. He tells me that his mom came and hitched it and took it to Shelbyville, Indiana. I ask him how that's possible when he was grilling on it. He couldn't have stopped her. 

He calls her. She brings it back.

I go back into Starbucks to ask the manager for permission once more. But once again he can't stop talking about my dad. He shows me a picture of him and my dad years earlier.

I leave Starbucks and walk down the street to get some air. Down the road are a line of row houses with turn of the century architecture. A bunch of people are making a commotion. "Look, it's sesame street," one man says. Sure enough, the street sign does say Sesame Street. Good to know. I always wondered how to get to Sesame Street.

I walk back to Derek. The hot dog cart is missing once more. Same thing. His mom took it. 

I decide to walk into the wedding reception, which has turned into a one woman show put on by Whitney Houston. She's standing in a wrestling ring singing about how she is in love with Quentin Tarantino. Dream ends.

I wake up

Coffee Cravin'

Dream 3-14-14

My friend Ryan and me are staying in a hotel.

We're in the mood for some coffee. We decide to go find a coffee shop or Starbucks and quench our desire. But before we go get some coffee, we must get some coffee. We stop at the hotel coffee dispenser.

I throw in some espresso and coffee, top it with whipped cream, chocolate syrup, caramel syrup and nuts. 

A nerdy guy is here. He's telling us what we should and shouldn't put in our coffee. Every time we put something in that he disapproves of, he reprimands us. Ryan and I quietly look at each other as if to say, "this guy is really annoying."

Finally, I turn around, put my hand on the nerdy guy's shoulder and say, "I think we're good here, thank you." The man walks away. Dream ends

I wake up.