Ok, so here is where I lovingly provide you with a transcript and my reactions. Gypsy’s words are in italics. Things I actually said are in bold. Explanations or things I thought then or afterward are in blue.
An afternoon of winter weather found us two funemployed gals sliding into the driveway of the only residence in a retail area. As we pulled up next to a shiny yet snow-covered BMW, Tita said that she would go first.
After I dreamed about my ex-best friend and her husband drinking all my Canada Dry and me screaming at them about it, I dreamed about popcorn. White, fluffy popcorn spilling out of the pan onto the floor. It was so loud – popping, slapping, cracking. When I heard the loud male voices, I realized the noise was real and jolted awake.