Last night I had a dream in which I was at some sort of fundraiser function in the basement of a church or school. My friends and I were putting this thing on, and the people who were at this event kept expecting us to make these special cookies. We were frantically trying to wash all the dishes that were piled up all over the room, so we’d have room to cook, and people were starting to get restless and angry. I went looking around for a recipe, and I finally found one on the bottom of a cereal box (which seems perfectly logical, right?)

Somebody came up and asked me how soon the cookies would be ready, so I gestured toward the long tables full of dishes and said, “Well, you can see what we’re dealing with here. . .”

Then I woke up.

I didn’t want to, however, because the bed was so o o o comfortable. It was especially cold in Oregon last night, so we threw the nice, soft blue blanket on top of the bed, and slept like. . .uhh. . .two people. . .who. . .slept well.