I am doing laundry at my apartment when a huge bus full of Mormon tourists pulls into the parking lot just outside. They hop out and start taking pictures. I am intrigued as to what they find so entertaining about the parking lot of my complex, as it is not quite the Taj Mahal, so my curious self wanders outside.
I immediately run into a Mormon boy from my past, well, I must add that he is about two hundred pounds heavier than the Mormon boy from my past, yet I can discern a resemblance and eventually I am certain it is him. He is very animated and asks me if I would please be his girlfriend, (I had tried and failed to do this in a role reversed reality).
I am disgusted and break into a dead sprint, locking myself in my apartment. Then, in an odd twist of randomness which I do not normally experience in the dream realm, I go into my bathtub and the spout only pours out coffee, after soaking for a while, my body becomes the foam atop a water closet latte.