the candy shoppe

So many times, when saying goodnight to your family, you are wished by them to have "sweet dreams". Yet so often we have miserable dreams instead... or don't dream at all, falling into a deep, calm, black sleep until awakened by a new day.

But last night, I learned the true meaning of a "sweet dream".

In my sleep, I suddenly found myself in a dark, not very friendly looking, old fashioned candy shoppe, very deprived of the whimsical stripes and pink stairwell and white-and-black checked floor in the photo below... but covered, from ground to ceiling, in candy. In reality it seems I've been born with a sweet tooth, chocolate being my especial weakness, so I remember mostly chocolate related candies in my dream-- chocolate candies in all it's gooey glory.

{ photo via pinterest }

And here's the best part. Any costumer was allowed to open up any jar or box and liberally help themselves to as much candy as they pleased. Free of charge. Unlimited. I knew I was completely destroying my "diet", but I dug away, stuffing my mouth, roaming among the shelves, eating and eating and eating.

It was heavenly-- just like a scene from Willy Wonka. In fact, I kept annoucing that exact thing in my dream, lost in the depths of a candy-crammed shoppe. It was definitely sweet. ♥

-anna