Another one of colleagues tells good stories about her dreams:
Ok, been wanting to tell you about my insane dream, but you been soo beezee :) (it’s a good thing)
Had a dream we were here at work, and I was telling you how dry my hair was because of the stupid organic gel ive been using (from whole foods), and then you were like, ok let me take a look, so you take out scissors and cut my hair!!!
I was yelling, and started running away, and was cursing, and you were completely indifferent, as in whatever, I did you a favor. Then for some reason we were on the 3rd floor at [office location] and there was a festival, and an old school mate I had a crush on (gorgeous large African American male) came up to me while you and I were talking about the whole hair situation, put his derrière in my face, and started dancing.
A common element of these two stories is that they both finish with "The end". And they are both crazy of course.