First, I'm having breakfast in Hawaii with my mom and two other females that I know and like. Our waitress is Paris Hilton and while I wish I could say she delivered our meals while saying "Be careful. That's hot." none of us had ordered anything hot. I, for instance, had scones and jam.
Next, I'm at some sort of Caribbean/Mexican restaurant eating something like a Cuban sandwich meets burrito or crepe. I'm trying to convince my dad to get something with chile verde but he says he doesn't want to eat it all himself so I agree to eat it with him. In my dream, I'm conscious of thinking I should feel guilty about eating all this food but I don't, and that's good because it's only a dream. If that makes any sense. Then my dad walked away, and we had to leave so I got the nachos to go and also had hoarded a bunch of sugar cookies, the good kind that I like. I don't know how to describe the particular kind I like except that we have them in the dining hall here which is quite dangerous. These were in shapes of Disney characters (my favorite was the Mickey head) and in bright colors like red, green and blue. My dad got mad that I was hoarding all these super yummy cookies.
That's all I remember and it made me really hungry.
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