Sabre-toothed Tiger

Ok, this is 100% completely random, and under normal circumstances I would never think to write about what I dream about at night on my blog (because who cares really?). But - I feel the need to mention what was in my dream last night because I find it really amusing.

So, I had a dream that I was wandering around downtown Manhattan and all of a sudden I realize that there is a giant mountain lion/sabre-toothed tiger thing on the loose that is terrorizing the city and eating people (I didn't say it was a pleasant dream). In the dream, I can see people down the street being attacked so I run over to a parked squad car in Times Square and convince the police officer to let me in the back. Instead of, oh I don't know, getting the hell out of there, I convince the police officer that I am totally down to help him hunt this crazy lion/tiger thing all over town. So we drive around, attempting to follow it and shoot it (apparently I have a gun?) all the while hearing screams and seeing people running all over the place. In the midst of all of this terror, I calmly tell the police officer that I need to get out of the car and before he has the chance to stop me I leap out of the car and jog over to...a convenience store. I am very distinctly aware (even while dreaming) that I am in search of Oreos. Because, of all things to be doing at that very moment, buying Oreos is obviously the most important (?)

So, anyways, I find the Oreos and take them up to the register to where the sales clerk is waiting (clearly she hasn't heard all the screaming). She rings them up and tells me the total. "Two thirty" she says. I pull out my wallet, and instead of searching for two dollars and thirty cents (because I am fully aware I am in New York City) I hand her a 250 CFA coin (the currency of Senegal). This is roughly equivalent to 50 cents. She looks at it and is very confused and I bolt out of the store yelling "no worries, keep the change" and run back to the cop car with my Oreos. I then spend the rest of the night on a quest to find the sabre-toothed tiger with the cop and finish all the Oreos.

What I get from all of this is:

1) I am completely lacking in sound judgment in my dreams

2) I'm a fat kid in my dreams

3) I'm a scam artist in my dreams

...all of which make me hope dreams don't directly translate to reality?