Last night I dreamt that I stopped to get coffee and breakfast before work. I didn’t want to spend a lot of money – just grab something cheap, like a muffin or croissant. But this place only had big breakfasts, with the exception of a cinnamon roll. I debated for a good 10 minutes then finally said, “Well, I guess I’ll just take the cinnamon roll. I can have a salad for lunch…” The woman started chatting as she was getting the roll, and said something to the effect of “Oh, these have an expiration date of 2099, so it should still be fresh..”
Wha…? 2099?
Uh. I don’t think so.
I told her, you know what? I cannot possibly eat that cinnamon roll now. It must have a shit load of preservatives in it, and I just can’t, in good conscience, put that in my body. Thanks, but no thanks.
Then I left.
And I was leaving, I thought, I should blog about this. My readers will be happy to know that I made a good decision.
Then I dreamt that Will Smith and I were playing frisbee.
Yeah, no idea.
2 comments:
Good decision. And fun to play frisbee with Mr. Smith.
I enjoyed a nice dream with Nathan Fillion this morning...and then the alarm ruined it. But it was still nice. :)
Last night I dreamt about taking care of a baby pelican.
Go figure.
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