This morning, Julila woke up and came stumbling to the table where I was working and said, “I had a dream last night.”

“What did you dream, Honey?”

“I dreamed that you sold all my Easter treats.”

“Well, that sounds like a bad dream.”

“Yeah. It wasn’t very nice.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“You should say sorry.”

“Well, it was a dream. I didn’t really sell your Easter treats.”

“You should still say you’re sorry.”

“Okay…well, I’m sorry I sold your Easter treats in your dream.”

“That’s okay. You won’t do it again.”

Now I know how Dave feels.