:::DREAM:::
I was in this really wicked apartment in London. It had a grunge feel. Kind of a bohemian, nonchalant thing. I was sitting on the couch watching TV. Sannaka was sitting next to me. Maybe we weren't watching TV, because I remember there was music playing. It was "Banana Pancakes"., by Jack Johnson. Babs was in the kitchen, which wasn't really a separate room. She was making Banana pancakes. Then, we all sat outside on a balcony, overlooking London, eating our pancakes.
....Then I woke up.
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