The blond hair and the hazel eyes, had the aura of a pussy-cat looking scrutinisingly at a milk placed under the dinner table. The examination was over when the taste was yummy which the girl marked with a whiff of fresh air baked with onion-cheese. It wasn't long before the driver came in with a pack of perfumes meant to be distributed to the customers waiting. As she felt the after-taste of the baked beans, she came out of her dream.

 

"What a crazy experience a dream can be," she wondered. It never made sense, any of her dreams. One thing came out of place at an out of time at a out of scenario and she had come to realize the comedy of it. But she very well came to understand after many dreams that the ones that came were coming out in some way as experience, though more rationally and not with the exact details.