The Lottery Dream

I had this dream some weeks ago, but "lottery dreams" are a big classic, so I HAD to write it down.

I had been working all day and I was really hungry, so I went to McDonald's. This is something I don't normally do in real life, but seems like my subconscience is asking me for more junk food. The floor was covered in banana peels, but apparently I wasn't impressed by that. When I was thinking what I should order, I became aware that I didn't have that much cash, and that I should try not to use the card. In real life, I normally don't carry that much cash with me to keep myself from spending money, so the dream was quite realistic about this. Just before I ordered, I had an internal dialogue with myself, that I also have everytime I go to McDonald's:

- Evil Me: Hey, Andrea! You've worked a lot! Why don't you get the big fries instead of small?

- Healthy Me: Oh, shut up, you! You're just trying to make me fat!

- Evil Me: Come on...there isn't that much difference between sizes, you're going to get fat anyway! But it's just one day; give yourself a little treat!

- Healthy Me: You're right, Evil Me! Big fries it is!

By this time you'll be wondering what the hell does this have to do with lottery, but we're getting closer. When I got to pay, the price that was shown on the screen was way much higher than I expected. I was also dreaming in danish kroner, instead of Euros, so that made the number even scarier. I didn't have enough cash, but Evil Me had been so persuasive that I chose to use the card. At the same moment I handled my card to Special Agent Dale Cooper, (if you're not familiar with Twin Peaks, what the hell have you been doing with your life?!?!); I had some vision that told me the total price would be the awarded number in the Christmas Lottery (which is the most popular in Spain). Then, I woke up.

Call it superstition, but my dad is already looking for that number. I'll tell you if I get lucky next month!