i was with some people on the beach i think and we were all taking turns buying ice cream cones...i went with this guy who in waking life i work with...an older Pakistani man named Said...the shack was now selling ice cream and playboy magazines...so i got one of each...Said said they didn't have the best one, but he had an extra copy he'd give to me...
ice cream and playboys? hmm...i take care of the periodicals section at the bookstore i work at, so that seemed to have dipped into my dream...
why are dreams so detailed? seems some reason, not just brain clearing away day's clutter...something else...