May Last Night's Dream Come True

I had a dream, such a nice dream. Someone called me to say I had to come in for my new job on Monday, to figure out what I'd be doing. Then, I was handed a bag of money by Marty's former boss. Money and a job--yay! I mistakenly thought the bag would be full of $100 bills. What was I thinking? Instead, it was filled with $1 bills and candy. There was maybe a total of $10 and a lot of sucking candy, which I don't like, such as peppermints.

There's zero psychology involved in this dream. I'd love to be able to work full-time. It would mean I'm healthy. Money is always nice, especially coming from left field. Speaking of left field, how 'bout them Yankees?