I had this dream where a guy who looked a lot like Will Smith from Men In Black kept telling me to pick up the phone. Except there's no phone around. I'm in like a doctor's waiting room. I don't see any doors, it's just some chairs and a coffee table. He starts yelling at me to pick up the dang phone. I'm like "Dude what phone? I loved you in Fresh Prince of Bel-Air but there's no phone!"
So I'm like looking around and under my chair is the phone. It's that toy phone like from the Powerpuff Girls. It's not ringing but I pick it up. I put it to my head but I don't say hello, I just listen. There's a faint rustle, like autumn leaves blowing down a lonely road. I put the phone down, but the sound doesn't stop. I keep looking for the source of the sound and I can't find it. It's not coming from the chairs or the table or any of the weird magazines lying around, but it keeps getting louder and louder when suddenly...
I wake up in a jolt.
My girlfriend is standing over me. She's rubbing together two pieces of seaweed paper. A little bit of drool dribbles out of the upturned corner of her mouth and she says, in a hollow and dangerous tone, "suuuu... shiiii..."
So yeah, it's pretty good and on Mondays they have buy one roll get the other one for $1 (it's a limited selection for the dollar rolls).