Fat Kid Dreams

This morning I had an incredibly vivid dream about cake. That's right, I'm such a fat kid that I dream about cake. For some reason (probably just because I'm awesome) my co-workers bought me a cake. It was quite lovely and huge, with multiple layers and lots of colorful icing. It was neither vanilla nor chocolate, but something much more exotic and delicious. Some sort of mocha or coffee cake? I carved out perfectly square pieces for all my co-workers. I saved a corner piece for myself because I love icing (again, fat kid). I can recall each delicious forkful of this dream cake. I remember the last bite was the best bite - the one with an appropriate amount of cake, but the largest portion of icing. I always thoroughly examine my food and decide which side to start eating from so that the part that appears to hold the best bite is saved for last. Right after that perfect last bite I woke up face-down in the largest pool of drool that I've ever produced in my sleep.

My life is so deep and meaningful; this is what I dream about.