My wife and I are at a hotel in Vegas. We're sitting in our room talking to Prince, who is there with a few friends. Prince is single in this dream, so he keeps asking my wife to set him up. "C'mon, I know you got some friends. I haven't had sex in two years". I'm like; "Prince, shut your hole, man!! Nobody believes that nonsense!!"
Then, he said he'd meet us downstairs for dinner and left.
My wife and I found a couple of shirts that he'd left us as gifts. The one he left for my wife was a tiny lil' white belly shirt. Very plain. Mine was a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt . On top of that, it was a SMALL. I'm yellin' at my wife, like; "Prince knows good and well that this shirt is too small for me!!"
Then, I woke up.
Any takers??

clearly you have a fascination with Prince's belly - just like your avatar

You were in Vegas because of the Aladdin DVD. He gave you a small Mickey Mouse shirt because he wanted you to truck your ass to Disneyland and exchange it for the right size while your wife came down to meet him for dinner in the belly-shirt.
[This message was edited Fri Nov 21 12:31:00 PST 2003 by marcdeondotcom]

marcdeondotcom said:

- yeah that's what i meant.

marcdeondotcom said:

Good one, dude!!!