soda bags

First I dreamt about work and our web sites. We were to create videos for each site and I was managing them. I asked each one of the stakeholders to look at each piece of content on our site and to ask themselves... would this make you interested in our service? If not, it needed to go.

Then I dreamt I was in a village. It was like going back in time a bit, a simpler time, but also a bit futuristic. The streets were dirt and a bit dusty. There was an old town store. An old man was outside with a cart cutting up chickens. It was almost as if it was half real and half for show. I wasn't sure. I purchased a pop but instead of being in a bottle, it was in a baggy that was shaped like a bottle. You would tear the top off and drink it that way and then the bag was biodegradable. I was sipping my pop and sitting behind the man. I didn't want to see the chickens getting chopped. He made me feel uncomfortable so I left. Then I went into a building. A man was there that was giving massages. He was really nice and handsome. He was my friend's masseuse and he was offering me a free massage. I accepted and he sat me in a chair and then he would use these dials on the side to move this table like thing in front of me. It was like a school desk. The idea was to get it to right under your armpits so that your arms would not hang at all and then he would massage your arms and shoulders from the front while they were immobilized by the desk type thing. Before he completed he asked if I wanted chips. I said sure.. (as if he was asking if I needed some water first). He was gone a while and my friend came in. I wasn't sure if she liked the fact that I was going to her masseuse. I said "he sure is taking his time getting the chips." She gave me a hard time because she said.. well he has to go to the store first to get them. He came back and finished securing my arms.