In which my dreams get prosaic
Last night I dreamed that I woke up early and made muffins. I had half planned to do this for real, but figured the chance that I would magically wake up before my alarm was low. And in fact I only woke up 5 minutes before my alarm, without a single muffin to console me. At least this time I realised it was a dream during the dream itself (though this was possibly the most boring lucid dream ever), so I wasn’t surprised when I woke up.
(I just made the muffins anyhow, as I woke up not very tired, though with strawberries instead of raspberries.)
Update: they turned out all raw on the inside. No muffins for me.
January 22nd, 2008 at 5:30 pm
Ah, man. Bummer about the muffins. I had a granola bar at my desk, so I can relate. I so spoiled myself over the winter break with leisurely breakfasts every day. I miss that. I want muffins, too.