In the earlier dream, Lena Horne asked me how the cheesecake that she had just fed me was. I said, "As smooth as your voice." (Even in the dream, I knew that was a clunker.)
In the later dream, I had just been seated with a stranger in a brewpub. The guy asked our waitress, "Do you have anything with less than 1% alcohol content?" I interjected, "Yeah, the entrees." (Unfortunately, the alarm woke me up before I could take the first sip of my porter.)
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