Another Dream (skip this if you want, other peoples' dreams are soooo boring...)

Last night I found myself traveling around in Catalonia with the most popular girl from my years at Beaver Dam High and some of her family. I recall starlight bike-rides along narrow cobble-stoned streets and drinking cervazas with limes on verandas. Somehow I ended up in some tiny brick-lined basement bar (amazingly called the Bottom) dancing in the discotheque hall with her mom who remarkably resembled the lean hot Demi Moore of late. Whew and whatever! I sure hope Tara didn't get mad that I "grubbed" (a term I've learned from Biz) with her mom!