My grandmother and I were visiting an exotic city, with white marble houses, the outside walls of which ivy’s climbed effortlessly blooming with rose-like flowers. We were standing in a large beautifully constructed plaza, with people and vehicles interweaved in a complex dance.
We were about to get into our car when a very fancy sports vehicle drove up beside us and out stepped Adam Sandler from it’s doors. My grandmother was blissfully unaware of the star who stood in front of us. I managed to convince her to get a selfie including the three of us. Afterwards we got in the car, preparing to leave, and Adam Sandler got in with us.
We began our drive, exiting the city and getting onto a beautifully scenic road which wove through mountains and followed streams, but the beauty was interrupted when our car broke down. We all got out, Adam Sandler now accompanied by a rove of gorgeous half-naked women.