This morning I was having a nice dream. (After a three day fast and cleanse.) Well, sorta nice. I was waiting in a long line at a fast food place, waiting to get a refill on my Coke. I was trying to read the menu and decide what else to order. I couldn’t decide between the double burger (Big Mac) or the Whopper. (Where was this anyway?) The line was moving ahead real slowly. There was a family behind me with some rowdy kids.
I experience some kind of time slip or warp and found myself in the front of the line, still not sure what to order or if I should get the combo. The kid in the blue hoodie pokes me in the back and says, “Hey buddy, your order is up!”
Sure enough, they are calling my name. I don’t even know how the got my name or even my order. I grab my food and head for a table. Interesting that they gave me the double burger. And the Whopper. And fries.
I pull out my book and bookstand, getting ready to dig in. . . .
Then someone wakes me up!
I didn’t even get a single bite.