Milk Dreams

Why This Topic: I'm taking a page out of Maria's book and writing about one of my dreams. My most recent one that I can remember, actually, and it's only a fragment. I used to remember long, complicated dreams but not at this point in my life. I'm sure they will come back eventually.

Item of Note #1: I love milk. I do. It's thirst quenching in a way nothing else is for me. Though I was raised on non-fat or 1% milk, adult Olivia prefers 2% or whole milk. Those are high in fat though, so lately I have been trying to avoid them. Avoiding them entirely, actually. The girl who drank a gallon of milk a week by herself has not had any milk of any kind for two whole months now.

Item of Note #2: Mona, my best friend and now ex-roommate, is a vegan.

The Dream: I am in the grocery store in my neighborhood, holding a shopping basket that is getting kind of heavy. I'm shifting it from hand to hand as I look in the glass at the gallons of milk. I'm weighing it out in my head: "how much will it cost?" and "I shouldn't drink it anyway" and "I could use that money for something else" and "don't get it, there are things that are better for you" and I just keep standing there because I really really want the milk. I cannot make the decision to buy it but I cannot just leave without it so I stand, mentally wringing my hands. This goes on for a long time. Then Mona walks over, cuts into my field of vision of the milk case and opens the glass door. She pulls out a gallon of milk, puts it in her already over-flowing shopping basket and simply says, "Come on."
 Like she didn't just step in and solve my existential crisis.