It's real. Ever since I was a kid, I have had an unhealthy appetite for Reeses Peanut Butter Cup Blizzards. You could say they are my "jam." Not the kind you put on a PB&J. The kind you punch-dance to when you're in the bathroom blow-drying your hair.
Anyways, I had a dream last night. My mom appeared asking me if I wanted to go with her to Dairy Queen. Of course, I said "Sure, okay!"
So loud with enthusiasm was I, in fact, that I startled myself awake.
I was so jazzed about getting a blizzard at Dairy Queen in my dreams that I yelled it in my sleep and woke myself up. So,Colt bought me one tonight.
And it was almost as tasty as the one I had last Saturday.
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