I had a really weird Rebecka dream last night. Usually I remember nothing of dreams or else I recall lots of details. To cut a long story short, someone told me I had to meet my friend Jane in a new diner place. She had been working on a voluntary project and needed to hand in her portfolio to qualify as a credit. The diner place was weird, very ultra modern. I went in and this girl called me over. She said she was Jane but quite clearly she was Rebecka

. I sat next to her.
She had her portfolio folder with her. It was all over the place, typed notes, photographs, newspaper cuttings, a mess. I offered to help her put it in order. The manager of the diner interrupted. I just ordered some fries but Rebecka/Jane ordered a ‘homemade’ burger. The manager said he was sorry but it would take at least three quarters of an hour to prepare. Rebecka/Jane gave him a strong mouthful in Swedish.

It was then I knew for sure it was really Rebecka. The manager scuttled off.
I kept looking at her and she (Rebecka/Jane) said did I notice anything different about her? (like f*ck I did!!). She said she’d just had her hair done differently. It looked long and lank but very soft and shiny.

I ran my fingers through her hair and it was like the sensation of letting soft dry fine sand run through your fingers

. She blinked a lot when I did this but didn’t move away. Rebecka then said she was using some new shampoo and to get closer to smell the effect.
I put my arms round her right shoulder (she was sitting to the left of me) then drew her to me. He hair smelled wonderful, a mixture of apples, mint and chocolate.

I kissed her on the cheek. She giggled but didn’t pull back

. I breathed in her hair aroma again and then naughtily nibbled her ear lobe and she laughed

. I pulled back myself as I was afraid I was so hungry I was really going to bite her and take a chunk out of her.
The food arrived and it was OK. Rebecka’s burger was huge and juicy, and she ate messily sucking her fingers in between bites.

I flicked through her portfolio, in between pecking at french fries drenched in chocolate sauce.

Rebecka told me with nods and winks

, that we could go back to her place and ‘finish off ’ there

. We could go up to her room and we wouldn’t ‘be disturbed’

.
I was kind of blushing and bumbling trying to keep pace with events. The only other customer, a guy from another table came over. He said he didn’t rate the diner much.

Rebecka disagreed. The guy leaned over and whispered in my ear. He told me he was an Environmental Health Officer working undercover. He also whispered that the diner illegally uses horsemeat for its burgers.

He went. I was confused and mortified. Rebecka was there sinking her teeth into a Sherdilburger

. Should I tell her or no?
I woke up in a panic.
