How much?

Dreams are amazing. I love what happens to us when we dream. It’s like a mess of images someone tried to put in order for your viewing confusion.

Last night, I was at a fast food restaurant. A burger was in my hand. A man brings every side in the restaurant to me. Lines them up on the counter in front of me. Each time he says, “is this what you ordered?” And I always replied with, “no. I ordered fries.” The last item he presented me with was fried pickles. While I enjoy fried pickles, I ordered fries.

A lady covered in food grime approached me carrying a bag of shoe string fries. I felt a twinge of disappointment, not my favorite but I did order fries.

She says, “you ordered fries?”

“Yes.” Finally someone recognized that I ordered fries.

“It will be 3 am before they are ready and they’re 35 cents each.”

My heart sank, “What?” 😯

Needless to say, I didn’t get any fries. Not even in my dreams.