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I had a dream the other night that I was sitting with a bunch of friends in front of my house when an elaborate pink truck glided up the road. It was playing music like an ice cream truck, except with gentler and better acoustics, and as it slowed, we rushed forward, asking it to stop. It was a "tart truck," and made a variety of pies, souffles and even sorbets. They stopped and the truck expanded - awnings dropped down and somehow, a rope line appeared - and we gazed at the menu, trying to decide what to order. I snuggled up on a bench (that also magically appeared) with a friend and former lover as we waited in joyous anticipation for our custom made sweets.

And then I woke up before our orders were ready! It was otherwise a perfect dream. :)