A new twist...

Took a nap today for about three hours (a first in many moons) and had a new version of an old dream I used to have quite frequently growing up.  Thought I would share.

The original dream, which I have had dozens of times with little to no change:

I awaken as an apple in a produce stand.  As I am looking around, I notice a carrot directly across from me in the aisle screaming as a woman slowly picks through the carrots on display.  This carrot is beautiful and appears to be in distress, so as is my nature I go to the rescue.Through a series of adventurous moves, I make my way across the aisle, rescue the carrot, and swing away on roll of produce bags...only to land in a shopping cart and be whisked away to someones refrigerator.

The new dream.  I think my mind has evolved a bit since the original:

I am working as a cashier at a produce stand.  While ringing up a customer, I notice movement over at one of the apple carts.  I see an apple jump out of the neatly stacked diamond shaped piles and hop down to the floor.  As I finish up with the customer in front of me (a gruff old redneck that seems perturbed he does not have my full attention) I watch what becomes a neat little scenario.  Apple hops over onto something, which triggers something else, which launches it into the air to a ceiling fan, where it flies over into a pile of carrots.  Apple grabs carrot and reaches for a hanging line of produce bags and flies into someones cart.  That customer makes its way over to my checkout stand to pay.  I look down at the apple and carrot, who both look like scared 'Veggie Tales' type characters.  As the customer loads everything onto the counter, including the stray apple and carrot, I begin ringing up the transaction.  The customer is distracted for a moment by a locally grown honey display.  I wisk the carrot and apple under the counter, then go back to the transaction.  As the customer leaves, I close my register and grab the apple and carrot.  I walk out the back door of the stand and set the apple and carrot on the ground.  The apple now has a cowboy hat on.  He adjusts his cowboy hat, looks up at me, and says "thanks pardner".  I watch them both walk off into the corn fields.