Chocolate Covered Coffee Beans

Last night I had yet another fucked up dream… which most of mine usually are.

I have lost most of it from my memory but these are parts I remember:

A talking horse that was small, more like a pony.  He was white with spots and was smarter than me.

A skinny geeky guy in a huge truck type thing, like a massive landrover.  It was really flash and I remember thinking that he was making up for the fact that he was a loser.

A soccer field where I had a crush on one of the guys who was playing.  His uniform was blue and white.

Some sort of competition which involved myself and some old friends, plus thousands of others. Part of it was to paint a wall and for some reason my paint kept being different colors on different parts of the wall.

My father owned a shop that sold old music DVD’s from the 70’s and earlier. All crap I had never heard of and I remember thinking how clever he was because nobody would be able to find that stuff for download.

While I was in his shop there was a huge bowl of chocolate covered coffee beans and I kept dipping into it and eating them until my mother reminded me I was on a diet.  I had apparently completely forgotten this and immediately felt guilty.

I woke up feeling guilty too.