Here's a real dream I had last night that I'm totally not making up:
I was standing in a gazebo and I had just opened a pack of Funny Bones - the delicious chocolate treat with a peanut butter filling that's available in your grocer's snack section.
So I'm just about to reach down to grab the Funny Bone and a homeless guy next to me grabs it. And he's standing there pretending he's a sleep.
Me: Yo. Give me my Funny Bone.
Homeless Guy: (opens eyes) OK here.
Me: You know what? I'm gonna call the cops.
Homeless Guy: No don't. I have a new Funny Bones flavor. Want to trade?
Me: OK. Lets see it.
The homeless guy pulls out a pack of Funny Bones that is a different flavor. I really didn't notice what kind it was. But as far as I know - in real life - there's only one kind of Funny Bones.
Me: OK Lets trade on three. One...Two...Three!
But I grab his Funny Bones and I start running. The Homeless Guy starts chasing me yelling, "Come on! Come - Give it back". He's all out of breath. Coughing while he's running.
And he would slow down and I would stop enough for him to think he could catch up but then I would speed up. And I started eating the Funny Bones but shoving them in my mouth to show how good they are.
I showed him.