Hey again! Sorry for the wait. In this chapter, what's in italics is a dream. I'd like to thank you all for putting my little rip-off story in your favorites list, but could you please review? I just wanted to ask you guys that. On with the chapter. The paragraphs in italics are part of a dream sequence. Once again, I own nothing!

Chapter Three: Dreamweaver.

Sara fell onto her couch with a thud. She pushed the play button on her answering machine. "YOU HAVE 2 NEW MESSAGES," the mechanical voice announced. "MESSAGE ONE:" "Hey, it's Catherine. Just calling to tell you that I'm at the party with leather coat guy and if you're at home listening to this, it means you were too chickenshit to track down Greg, cause you are a loser!" Sara hit the erase button. "MESSAGE TWO:" Catherine started doing a beat box noise. "What up, all you bitches and ho's and losers! All the losers in da house say yea!" Sara hit the off button.

"Well, I could still go." Sara said to herself. She looked at the clock on the wall. 2:30. "Too late." she yawned as she fell back onto her bed, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Sara was sprawled out on a bed, flailing her arms in ecstasy. Suddenly, the covers lifed and Greg poked his head out from underneath and giggled.

"That was AMAZING!" Sara said, breathing hard. "If you don't mind, I'd like to do that every hour on the hour for the rest of our lives." he asked politely.

"Fine by me."

"And don't worry about returning the favor. Men HATE oral."

Sara sat up in bed. "Yeah, right." she scoffed. "No, I'm serious!" Greg protested. "It's a very very very bad rumor that got started sometime in the 50s and it got out of control!"

Sara was flabbergasted. "I had no idea! I've gotta tell my friends." she said in complete disbelief. Greg sat up beside her. "Please do. Someone's gotta put an end to this madness." he said in his a public service announcement like voice.

Just then, the couple heard a knock at the door. "Room service!" a male voice yelled out. Sara covered herself up. "Come in!" Greg yelled out.

A bellhop (Complete with stereotypical outfit) came in, pushing an enormous cart of ice cream. Sara looked at the cart with awe. "I had them remove all of the calories for you." Greg said. "You are very good!" Sara told him as she picked up a bowl overflowing with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce.

"I know I said that I wanted to do that every hour, but may I do it again? Please?" he pleaded. "Okay." Sara said with a mouth full of ice cream. The bellhop left the room as Greg went back down.

Sara awoke from her dream with a snap. "Woah." she sighed, Joey Lawrence style. "Awesome dream." she said as she picked up the phone and dialed 411.

"Yes, I'd like a listing for the Four Seasons Hotel in San Fransisco, California, please." The line started ringing. "Four Seasons Hotel. How may I help you?"

"Do you have a Freddie Mercury suite?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Could you please connect me to it?"

"I'm sorry. The people in that room have checked out."

"Okay, thank you." Sara said as she hung up.

Suddenly the phone started ringing. "Hello?" She answered, nervously. "Oh, hey, Catherine. Yeah, I'm on my way."

On a Chinatown street, Sara stood with Sophia, discussing her dream. Behind them, a cable car screeched to a halt and Catherine stepped off. "You two better stop talking shit about me!" she said jokingly.

"So what's happening here?" she asked. "I'll meet you guys at the restaurant." Sophia said. Sara looked into Sophia's bag. "Hey, isn't that the skirt you borrowed from Catherine last night?" She asked. "Yes. I'm just going to get it cleaned."

"Why? What did you do to it?" Catherine asked questioningly. "Can't I be a good friend and have her friend's skirt cleaned? Sara snatched it out of Sophia's bag. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the sliver dollar sized white stain in the center of the garment.

"Holy shit!" Sara exclaimed as she passed the skirt over to Catherine. "You slut!" she screamed. "Is that what I think it is?" Sara was quick to answer the redundant question. "Yep. That there's 100 percent San Fran man chowder!"

Sophia snatched the garment away. Please! I'm nervous as it is! What am I going to say when I get in there?" Catherine ventured a guess. "Mr. Martin, could you please help me with my jizz!?" Sophia walked away. "You guys suck!" she yelled behind her back. "No, obviously you do!" Sara and Catherine yelled back.

Sophia rounded the corner into Mr. Martin's Dry Cleaning Shoppe. Once inside, she was relieved to find the counter unmanned. She ran in, laid the skirt down and left a note saying when she'd be in to get it.

As she left, a small elderly Chinese man stood up from behind the counter. "Hello, Sophia!" "Hi, Mr. Martin." she called back in a nervous cheerfulness.

"How's your mother?"

"Oh, she's good. Everybody's great!" she said as she tried to leave.

"How's your grandmother?"

"Everybody's great!" she said forcefully.

"So, what have we got here?"

"Oh, just a skirt." she said. "Don't rush it. I'll pick it up next week."

"Any stains?" Martin said as he picked up the skirt."Um, no." she said. "Then what's this?" Martin asked, pointing at the white splotch. Sophia walked over to the counter.

"Oh, that?" She said innocently. "I must've sat in some gum."

"No, Sophie. This isn't gum." Martin said scratching at the stain. "You know, if I know what it is, it's easier for me to remove."

Right then, a group of children came in with their teacher. "Now, class, on today's field trip," the teacher announced, We are gonna learn about cleanliness!" The teacher looked at Sophia, who was hiding behind her long blond hair. She moved Sophia's hair back. "Sophia Curtis?!" She squealed. "Fuck." Sophia muttered under her breath. "I haven't seen you since I taught you in the third grade!" Sophia's face turned beet red as Martin scratched some of the stain off and smelled it, trying to figure out what it was.

That's it for this chapter! Next, we're gonna hear about Sophia's date, and the girls will sing a song about how they make their dates feel adequate in bed. This is the first of a series of movie parodies. Next will probably be a Greg/Sara version of the "Hitcher" remake. If you guys have other ideas, I'm open to them! Good bye for now!