So I had this dream the other night. I was in a donut shop having breakfast. I remember looking at my plate thinking.. Wow, I have a maple bar, an old fashion, a bear claw, a glazed, sprinkles upon sprinkles, ohh and my favorite, a cake donut with pink frosting … Damn I am lucky! I had a fork and knife in my hand and I was going for it.
This was the point in the dream where I starting figuring out it was a dream and not reality. Typically, I am the kind of person who watches my sugar intake, so why was I splurging on a plate full of donuts?? I got up from the table in that moment and decided that I should get a grip and go wash up in the restroom. As I walked into the women’s restroom, I couldn’t figure out why everyone was staring at me until I walked over to the sink and glanced in the mirror……
Ahhhhhhh, I saw Homer Simpson in the mirror! All I remember happening next was me running frantically out of the donut shop knocking stuff over as I flew by and not looking back until I was in the middle of the street screaming all the while….
Hahaha – When I think of it, it still makes me laugh!