Absentmindedly I pick up my drink carrier, loaded with two medium coffees, and my bag of muffins. I step out of line and walk out the front door. As I get close to the curb I start to wonder, "Did I pay for these drinks? I think I just picked them up and walked out. I don't remember paying for these."
Then I think, "Wait a minute, this is a dream. I'm dreaming. I should wake up soon. But before I do I really should pay for this order." So in I walk, and offer to pay for the drinks, and muffins I had gotten away with. It was dream but my conscience still made me go back and pay.
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