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there was a girl named Savanna. That's me. Co-owner of SonicTurkey. I looked like this:

...only I wasn't sideways. Anyway, one day I decided to do something really bizarre - sleep. So I laid down in my big black bed, and shut my eyes. My bed looked like this:

But you only get to see the top of it because it isn't made.The coffee pictures are totally random, and part of an inside joke. Anyway, where was I? Oh! I was talking about sleep.. Well, I closed my eyes and started to doze off, and I had this amazing dream!

In my dream, I was in New York with my good friend (and co-owner of Sonic Turkey,) Li. She looked like this:

So, Li and I were in New York when she decided we NEEDED turkey. I've no idea, why, but I agreed that we did in fact, need a turkey. Preferably one that looked like this:

So we decide to go to a supermarket, because, where else would you find turkey? While in the Supermarket we ran into, not a turkey, but Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth. He looked like this:

...except he didn't have a guitar, so he really looked more like this:

And he was very very tall. I know he is a tall man in real life. But in dream world, he is almost eight feet tall.

That's not the point. The point is that my good friend, Li, who is NOT a sonic youth fan (and coincidentally does NOT eat turkey) approaches him, assuming that he is an employee of the supermarket.

"Excuse me, sir," she says, which doesn't sound like something she'd actually say, "do you know where we can find frozen tukey?"

All the while I'm saying, "Li! That's THURSTON MOORE! He doesn't work here, he's a musician!" However, the name "thurston moore" means nothing to her, seeing how she is not a sonic youth fan, and she is determined to get her turkey.

"Of course, I do!" replies Thurston, in a very friendly and helpful manner. "Follow me!"

So we do. We follow him. We walk and walk and walk and walk. It must have been at least a mile, maybe more. The Supermarket, we find out, is not just a supermarket. It is a large inclosed building that has everything in it. Literally everything. A concert venue, bowling alley, skating rink, hair salon. We walk past the street corner (yes, there are streets in supermarkets of dream land) and realize that Thurston is nowhere to be found.

Which is a bit of a problem, because we are totally lost.

And without turkey.

The rest, my friends, is history.

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