I'm rubbing my shoes I'm rubbing my shoes I'm rubbing my shoes and the next thing I know I'm walking around this place and I'm smelling this cool fresh salty sea air and I know I'm in a dream because I can't be in hot muggy Van Nuys because that's like a hundred miles from the ocean and you don't associate cool or Van Nuys in the same sentence during the summer................
I truly wonder where I am? I'm thinking to myself as I'm walking down the street with old histroical buildings on both sides and then I notice the signs are in French. Omigosh I must be in Paris is my initial excited thought but then I realize Paris is not near the ocean. Well a few minutes later I realize where I am, the beautiful harbor, the magnificent Meditteranean shoreline, the fancy yachts, all the 'beautiful people' lying around half naked in the sand. I'm in Cannes even better than Paris, I shriek to myself.
I start pinching my arm. Maybe this is real, not a silly dream. I won't wake up in a few mtinutes to my dreadful waitress job in hot muggy smoggy Van Nuys.
To my delight my arm hurts as I pich it. It's real it's real. I must have gone through some kind of weird weird amnesia