In my dream, I was standing in the checkout line at the supermarket, watching as the cashier loaded my purchases into eco-friendly reusable bags. I started towards the exit, when I realized there had been some dreadful mistake.
In my cart was a large and hideous monkfish, its teeth gleaming like pointy piano keys. Some wilted celery. A rutabaga. Five drippy containers of rapidly melting ice cream, all of them strawberry, my unfavorite flavor.
I turned around and explained the situation to the cashier, who gave me a full refund. Then I walked out of the store, a song in my heart and money in my pocket.
How much money? Why, $20.10.
Happy New Year to all of you! May it glow with light and love, and may your metaphorical grocery cart be filled to the brim with everything you could possibly want.