Do robots drink chocolate milk?

I had a dream the other night that I was back at my old job (again.) This time, however, we were located inside a gigantic shopping mall; one of my previous jobs was in a mall, so I wonder if that had something to do with it. I was running late, but I was hungry, so I stopped at this corner store which had magically appeared in the parking lot. I was on a quest for pastries and chocolate milk, lots of chocolate milk. The cooler didn’t seem to have any, so I found the owner and asked her where she kept her delicious chocolate milk. She came out of a secret room with a glass container like you would get at a dairy, the familiar returnable bottle design sent shocks of excitement through my body. I paid for the milk and left the store with an armful of doughnuts, too. I sat on the macadam of the parking lot, guzzling my liquid heaven, and shoving my face full of chocolate doughnuts when I realized that I was going to be late for work. I needed to go home yet!

Now, I am at my old childhood home, but instead of really doing anything to get ready for work I am just sitting there drinking more chocolate milk. I decide that I’d finally had enough, and I get up to leave when I hear my mother’s voice from behind a closed bedroom door. “I’m almost done.” I froze in my tracks, confused as to how I was hearing her because up until that point I had thought I was alone, and you know, she’s dead. I called to her, expressing my surprise that she was there, to which she replied something about having to take a shower and then she’d be out.

I woke up, feeling very confused and a bit shaken. I managed to fall back asleep for a bit, but as soon as my wife stirred next to me, I rolled over and held her tight.

Incidentally, this is not the first dream that revolved around me ingesting tons of junk food. That theme is recurring. Later in the same day we were grabbing some things from the grocery store when my stepson grabbed a pack of chocolate doughnuts. “Hey! One for you and one for me!” I shook my head, “No. I’m trying not to eat that stuff anymore.”

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Just a guy writing about how depression sucks.

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