Entry from my “Dream Journal” on the night of 3/6/2012:
The dream began with me driving up to a lone establishment on a remote highway to refuel my car. The gas station attendant is Irish actor Cillian Murphy….
Cillian: “What can I do for ya, Lass?”
Me: “Fill her up, please. Unleaded.”
Cillian: (starts pumping the gas, then gazes thoughtfully toward the sky) “It sure is quiet in town since the marching band left.”
Me: “Yeah. But we’ll always have the fiddler on the roof.”
Cillian: “Aye. That’s true.” (he finishes filling the tank, then stands in front of me, waiting)
Me: “So how much do I owe you?”
Cillian: “5,000 dollars.”
Me: “That’s a good price these days.” (I rummage through my purse, pull out a crumpled bag) “Ummm….all I have is this half-eaten bag of potato chips.”
Cillian: (he takes the bag, begins eating a few chips) “Oh…PICKLE flavor! Just like Mom used to make!”
Me: “I know.”
Cillian: “Well, this MORE than covers the cost. I owe you some change. I could have sex with you. Would that be good?”
Me: “Oh, it’ll be good alright….for YOU.”
Jenn Howe 
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