All of a sudden, we’re on a bus. I was seated, watching him read it from afar. (What’s with the distance?) I saw him wrinkle his forehead as he mouthed the word “caldereta” with difficulty.
When I woke up, I decided he must be a foreigner. Why else would he find it hard to read “caldereta“?
Speaking of, I must admit I am greatly attracted to a certain New Yorker I met somewhere. This might had influenced my deduction my “boyfriend” on my dream was a foreigner. Incidentally, there’s this fresh -in-my-eyes guy (enough clue!) who kinda resembles him. Now THAT guy is bald. Let’s connect more dots, shall we?