I had an
amazing dream last night where I was meeting all these media people in a
surreal car-park full of racks of designer dresses! A man with blonde hair sped
into the car park in a yellow Ferrari, stopped next to me and said. ‘You must
speak with Amanda Davies.'
The next minute I was sitting in a cafe next to the
blonde man and opposite a woman who wouldn’t tell me her name; she seemed
important. Eventually she passed me a piece of paper full of intricate swirling designs in the middle of
which was a name: AMANDA DAVIES. ‘I can help you,’ she said. Just as I was
about to ask her ‘How?’ I found myself awake
in my bed and wondering what this strange dream meant.
Where are
you, Amanda?
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