"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?"