All farmers markets are really held in Africa
This dream began with me visiting my friend Lauren at her house. Only her house was very different; she lived in a hobbit style house in the middle of Los Angeles. Not only that, but she has 'reserved VIP' parking. (I know she's popular but 7 VIP parking spaces?) Unfortunately we (my dad, some random girl, and I) couldn't find any parking spaces, they were filled up. However, Lauren came out to hang out with us in the car, so that was cool :)
We decided to go get something to eat, and found an outdoor farmers market sort of place that served ethnic food. It turns out it was extremely ethnic because we ended up BEING in South Africa. I was a little thrown off by this but dad, Lauren, and the random girl seemed okay with it, so I shrugged it off. I was looking into eating some food when I saw my friend's Mom Erin taking care of African orphans. She was removing bot flies from them (for those of you who dont know, bot flies plant their larvae under your skin where they eat your flesh) I felt bad for the orphans so I started to help when 3 young girls came in with a cauldron of soup.
I turned into Sherlock Holmes and realized I was solving a mystery. Unfortunately I had no idea what the mystery was, because everyone was in a party simply eating soup...
Conclusion: I took a bowl of soup and started eating it, when I realized the shifty looking character in the back was the one who was 'responsible for wrongdoing' so I pointed him out with my cane and everyone applauded.
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