I had a dream last night that I visited my childhood supermarket for the first time in years. The deli was now selling McGibboney Turkey — shaved slices of spicy turkey crusted with peppermint. Apparently I had always asked for that when I shopped there in the past. I told the girl, "Of COURSE I would like something like that." I kind of want to try that now. But not really.
Also in the dream, I had to drive my sister to Washington, D.C. from Lafayette and get back to Reno in time to go to work at 2 p.m. Despite a valiant effort, I find myself back in Reno at 1:30 — not enough time to get ready for work. Mission aborted.
My dreams would make terrible action movies.