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Tell you about the dream I had last night. I must warn you though, it makes absolutely no sense. I was on a double date. I don't remember who the other people were, but I remember wearing a white cashmere sweater and rocking two stud earrings. I ordered pasta with ground beef. When it came, the sauce was watery and the pasta was uncooked. I went to complain to the owner. The owner was an Arab who looked like Super Mario. He said that's how the dish was made. I said I wasn't going to pay for it. He said he was going to call the police. I dared him to. Then out of nowhere a White guy came out of the back. The owner said I was going to have to "deal" with him. Then this guy started doing karate moves. I was like pshhh you don't scare me. I went to attack him but he beat my ass. It felt so real. My face was hurting. I went to regroup by going outside to have a cigarette. I then made a phone call. I don't recall to who. Then all of a sudden a band of like 20 dudes came to the restaurant. They were doing all sorts of flips and kicks. I looked at the owner and smirked. We then started to lay the smack down on the Chuck Norris wannabe. The owner disappeared. I went to look for him but he was nowhere to be found. When we left I was upset because I hadn't gotten to eat. Oh well. I am Baliwala. I wake up from dreams hungry. That is all.