I have this dream, right, where I'm an Agent Provacteur brassiere. I'm on my hanger, hanging there all serene and sexy. Then MiMi enters the store, browses for a few minutes before picking me up. She beckons an assistant over and enquires wether it would be possible to try this item on.
At this point I wake up.
What does this mean? Am I a wrong'un? Should I seek professional help or take a sedative to prolong my visions?
P.S. I'm (semi-)rich, look like Johnny Depp and have a washboard chest. Jus' sayin', like.