I was standing at a McDonalds counter with my family, at least my sister and my father, and we'd all placed our orders, having been in line behind a young woman with particularly curly hair. Kathryn and Dad, both served, went to find a seat. Dad had a monkey with it's arms wrapped around his neck sitting on his shoulders. I think it may have been a spider monkey, but I'm really not sure. As I waited, I realized that the woman in front of me hadn't been served yet and had been waiting for about 15 minutes. They had tried to give my father her food, but he wouldn't accept it and I thought they must have thrown it out. At this point, I found myself fondly wrapped in the embrace of a tall smiling black man with spaces between his teeth. I smiled my best "I really don't want your attention, but I want you to feel good about it" smile and talked to the very harried looking man behind the counter. "She's been waiting, hasn't been served" etc, sort of thing, and he, being the manager said, "I'll take care of that right away, we're going to make it for her again" and left his post at the register. My duty being done, I accepted the dance invitation of the man with his arm around my shoulder and was promenaded into an open area of the building. We started boogy-ing and he was very impressed with the way I spun. (I don't think he was a swing dancer). I ended up wrapping my leg around an MVU style pole in an attempt to stop turning, and realized that I was, in fact, facing him over a large group of cats and kittens. One of the kittens jumped up at my hand, in retrospect a sort of kitty-high-five. It was grey on one end and white on the other, although I don't remember which. In the middle of the felines were some vague and undefined red objects and one very large yellow object. And my recollection of this particular scene ended as I watched my dancing partner, crouched, snap once, west side story style with both fingers, smiling all the while.
Well Dr. Freud?
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