DREAM
During the nine minutes between the time that I hit the snooze button and the time that my alarm goes off for the second time in the morning, I had a dream. I dreamt that I was at the mall. Nothing out of the oridinary, really. I'm always at the mall. You could almost call me a mallrat except for the fact that I actually spend money at the mall. Which is why I'm always broke but stylin'.

I'm getting off subject.

Anyways, in the dream, I was at the mall and I was walking towards the parking garage (specifically, passing Hot Topic) when who do I see before me? Bill Cosby. Only Mr. Cosby is dressed like Cliff Huxtable when he's just gotten out of bed. You know, bedroom shoes, shorts and a v-neck undershirt (seriously, I used to watch The Cosby Show a LOT). I wanted to go talk to him but at the same time didn't want to draw attention to him, as if Bill Cosby walking through the mall in his jammie wasn't going to draw attention of its own.

So I decided to do it anyway and just go introduce myself to him. No autograph hounding, none of that. Just wanted to say "Hi." So I did, and as I walk up to him, about to shake his hand, Mr. Cosby lights up a cigarette.

I was apalled. Bill Cosby doesn't smoke! I thought. He just eats pudding! The worst part was, the mall is completely smoke free - no smoking of any kind allowed indoors. And somebody should've told this to Mr. Cosby. But, it sure wasn't going to be me. I mean, this is Bill Cosby, for God's sake!

My alarm went off again and I woke up.