Sorcha had been up for about half an hour and was just pouring her first cup of coffee. Jeff peered into the kitchen, yawning. The pumping drums and mellow vibe of The War on Drugs’ “Red Eyes” had just started on the turntable.

Jeff stumbled in, looking like he was still half-asleep.

"Want some?", she asked him.

He hesitated, looking a little disheveled and confused.

"Sure", he finally responded.

She poured him a cup, and he sat next to her.

Jeff stared at the cup for at least a minute before grabbing the handle. Sorcha noticed this, but didn't say anything. Jeff continued to look deep in thought for a moment, then shook his head, and finally took a sip. "You okay?", Sorcha asked.

"Yeah... I mean, yeah. I just remembered another strange dream I had last night."

"I was working somewhere, maybe in another city. In a normal office environment, and decided I needed some coffee, or maybe it was lunch break and I went out for coffee? I'm not sure..."

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"As I walked out, there were several colleagues walking out with me, several of them Indian men. It seemed they were going to get coffee as well. We were walking together, but apart. Together enough that I could hear them, but I wasn't necessarily walking with them. I could hear that they were going to the usual place that was nearby."

"I decided that I needed or wanted to go somewhere different. So, I continued walking down the street. In my dream I was suddenly in something like a mall, and I spotted a small restaurant window, something like you might find in a short order diner."

"I walked up to the kid at the window. He was in his teens, with shaggy blonde hair. I asked him if he had coffee. He told me, enthusiastically, they had great coffee. So, I ordered some."

"Next I was walking in the mall to an area with a small number of 2-person tables. There was a pair of women who were either already sitting there, or about to sit down? I'm not sure. I felt anxious as I looked around for a place to sit."

"I sat, and took the top off the coffee to let it cool. But when I did, the coffee was revealed to include something like chocolate chips and fudge sauce or something. It was spilling over the side."

"Now, I normally have a bit of a sweet tooth, but in this moment, I just wanted the coffee. So, I tried to put the lid back on, but the chocolate chips and fudge were spilling over the top, in a rather disgusting manner. I managed to get the lid back on, while the women eyed me suspiciously. I got up and walked toward a garbage can and tossed the coffee in."

"When I woke up, I guess I was still lingering in the dream. I thought to myself that the kid at the window did not know anything about coffee. But maybe he likes his coffee to taste like a sundae."

Sorcha had been half listening to this tale. When Jeff had finished, she asked him: "Would you like me to get you some hot fudge for your coffee?"

Jeff rolled his eyes... "Smart ass".