The other night I dreamt that I was a phone sex operator(?) who was stacked like Dolly Parton.
Apparently in my dreams the phone sex operators fit the part! Unlike in reality:
I was in a heated competition with my colleagues to get in the most calls in one day.
The problem was that my client, [cough], were so pleased with my, um, services that they wasted time thanking me and gracing me with praises:
Despite my customer satisfaction rates, I was fired from my job.
I wake knowing that in my dreams I am good at phone sex, so I've got that going for me....