I rarely remember my dreams, but this one was delightful: Mrs. Backer's Bakery opened a store in Midway, and the manager begged me to work a few hours a week for them due to my love of their pastries and my people-skills.
Sigh. Like the time when I was a kid and I woke up from a dream that there were Corn Pops in our pantry (breakfast at our house was strictly a non-sugary cereal affair), ran into the kitchen, and discovered a significant gap between reality and fantasy. I actually cried.