Housewife Dreams.

Dream One:
I’m at a restaurant that I apparently frequent so much that I have an established snarky relationship with the waiter. I’m with a man who is supposedly a friend but I don’t actually know who he is. I’m debating between ordering my usual which is some sort of shrimpy stir fry thing and the falafel. (which is ridiculous because in real life, I would never agonize over that decision because falafel is stupendously delicious.) The guy I’m with orders some breakfast combo but our waiter says he can’t order that because it’s not actually a meal, it’s a cocktail - a scrambled eggs and bacon and toast flavored cocktail. So he orders the falafel. And I also order the falafel. 

Dream Two:
I’m on some sort of class field trip to these manufacturing plants in the Midwest with a bunch of silos. On the way over, in the bus, we pass a lot of graveyards and I hold my breath every time and explain to the girl sitting next to me why I do that.