Lately, I've been fed up with the amount of junk in my mailbox, and I went on a magazine subscription spree. Yesterday, I was happy to arrive home to three new magazines. I got through one-and-a-half. The take away from an article about Madrid - "Eat when drinking. Drink when eating." I can live with that.
Sometime through the night, my brain translated that to "Dream about eating." And that involved a lady behind the counter telling me I was ordering too many pastries for myself. Rude.
I was in the gym by 6 a.m., and fully admit now that I got a croissant on the way back home. Dreams come true. Sort of. In moderation.