Asian Trail Mix With Michele Obama.

Sometimes you just have weird dreams. And why are they sometimes so vivid? I just woke up, and wanted to write about my dream because it was kind of bizarre. Plus, I know that as minutes pass after you wake up, you forget the dream. My dream had some star power: Michele Obama! Why did she turn up in my dream? It's not like I have been thinking about her.  Anyway, in my dream we were on some kind of event, and we hung out at this tent waiting for someone - and the place was some kind of official-looking building, and I remember some cemented stairs going to...somewhere. It kind of looked like the front of the Metropolitan Museum, but I don't recall it was specifically. And the most interesting part of the dream, we were eating Asian Mix Trail while waiting. You know - the ones with the rice chip, the pea, the carrot thingie. And then, I just woke up, but I can still see the scene, but I wish I remembered what Michele Obama was wearing. I don't. It's just so weird that I dreamt about Michele Obama...

I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.

~ Robert Browning