The Product of Faux-Mexican Food

Last night's dream was about PIRATES.

But it was not the exciting salt-spray-and-buried-treasure sort of pirates.

Some friends and I were on an enormous ship (cruise, maybe?) and it got attacked by pirates, who were very raggedy scavengers.  They weren't bloodthirsty, they just wanted new clothes (theirs were rags), jewelry, food, whatever we had on hand.  They rounded us up and took us below and made us take out all our clothes (we kept one outfit on, of course!) and pile them up.  I found someone's wallet and thought it was my dad's and was frantic that his ID and stuff was gone but it was someone else's and the pirates hadn't actually touched it (there was still cash in it).

Then I noticed a little boy (maybe two?  He could walk on his own) wandering around and took him by the hand and walked him through all the piles down below, wondering where his parents could be.  I felt protective of him and my mind even whispered, "See...if you had a little boy...it wouldn't be that bad, right?  You could do this."

Then the authorities showed up and the pirates were scattering and then being rounded up themselves.  I put on one of those jacket/skirt combos in pastel colors that were popular a few years ago (more like 7  years ago) and decided to be the pirates' lawyer and get them off a heavy sentence since they really hadn't treated us badly.

And I guess we had a trial there but I don't remember what the end was because I woke up with a jolt and thought I overslept and was late for work (I was five minutes ahead of the alarm.  SIGH).

I had a taco and chips and salsa for dinner last night.