What'd he say?

  Friend Jimmy delicately wiped whipped cream from his walrus-stache.  
  "I had this wierd dream last night," he declared.  "I wasn't supposed to use any words that began with a 'W'!" 
  "Like 'weird'? asked Jody, across the cafe table.  
  "Or 'word'?" added Keith, next chair over.
  "Wow!" I exclaimed. "What prompted that dream?"
  Jody pressed:  "When did you wake up?"
  "And why?" asked Keith.  "It sounded wonderful!"
  Jimmy took another sip of his latte, leaving another white ribbon across his mustache.
  "Wipe off your mustache," Jody said. "Who started this conversation, anyway?"
  "And where is it going?"
  "And when will it end?" I asked.
  Mornings at the Cafe Brosseau are like that.