"Hey I had a weird dream about you last night," Marlies told me this morning when I came down to make my usual coffee and toast.
"Tell me about it," I mumbled while my mind slowly started to wake up.
"I dreamt that you were a beggar," she continued. "You spent whole days in front of the grocery store begging for money."
I grabbed a plate from the cupboard and found the butter.
"Oh, that sounds like an interesting dream." (I wonder what it means.)
So I reached over and grabbed a couple slices of bread, and there was a slight pause as I thought about what Marlies had just told me.
I cleared my throat and asked quite seriously, "Are you sure that was a dream?"