Surgery

I had to go in for surgery, and they told me not to eat after midnight. Easy enough. But then I went to sleep and dreamed that I’d accidentally eaten a small number of grapes with a bit of broccoli. While I do eat broccoli in real life, I haven’t had a grape in six years, and I never accidentally eat. I’m not the type to just automatically reach for food from idleness or whatever. But that happened in my dream, and I started worrying that they’d have to push back the surgery by another month or something because of the four grapes.

And then I woke up. I think. In any case, I realized that it wasn’t the sort of thing that I’d do in real life and thought the whole dream was ridiculous. Then I started accidentally eating a few grapes again, failing to understand how I could make that mistake after just thinking I was foolish for doing so in a dream. Until I realized I was dreaming again. And then I just wanted to get off the track of that particular anxiety dream.

Which I did.

Bonus Question!

Best grape?

Green. And hard.