Told in the first person
Ever since I was a kid I’ve had dreams about meeting celebrities in public places, at least nine or ten a year. About four years ago I had one in which I saw Peter Jackson at a local restaurant. My brother and I were having dinner in the booth across the aisle from his. Jackson was having club sandwiches, potato chips and a glass of root beer. I knew it was a dream and didn’t try talking to him.
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Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
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I'd like to thank Karlmir Stonewain for sending me the dreams his friends have had. Feel free to send me more.