I dreamed I had a date with a woman, a celebrity/big star called "Vanessa Vanilli" – but she lived in the Bahamas, so I was going to borrow a WW2 Supermarine Walrus amphibious plane and fly down there for the weekend, though I was a little worried about whether I was good enough a pilot to take such a long journey.
But then I heard someone had booked it for the Sunday so that wasn't an option, and also a fog rolled in (a bunch of us were standing on a pier discussing this) so I couldn't take off anyway. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity so I was wondering if I could take a commercial flight but someone said 'nah, just text her you can't fly in this fog'. While standing around on the pier I noticed someone had ordered takeaways, which were sitting in a bag but going cold so I helped myself to a huge burger which included as a filling an entire toasted sandwich. I was trying to fit it all in my mouth then realised the takeaway person had just put two orders together by mistake so I took the toasted sandwich out, but got a dirty look from my friend Daryl who thought I was wasting food...
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