Funny dream: This
African-American guy shows up at my house and wants to use my
tape recorder to make a
mix tape. He's a real
fast talker so I am somehow persuaded. He's rushing around with all these tapes and a pair of
headphones, singing a little bit to himself.
He says he's the president's chauffeur, but the limo is in the shop for cleaning, because he spilled butter in it. To illustrate he drops all these little restaurant butter packages on the ground. He complains about his bad luck and how he didn't even have a sandwich he was trying to put the butter on, he just spilled it, for no good reason.