I Daydream of Sugar

Last night I had a dream about eating sugar. Yes, I've progressed to the point of having sugar night terrors. Don't judge unless you've been there; this is not a pretty sight. I reckon my body is finally aware of my total lack of unnatural sugar and has begun to silently sabotage me from the inside, planting suggestions and latent cravings that will spring on me suddenly, seemingly without rhyme or reason. Whenever my mind wanders, whenever I'm not specifically thinking of other things, I invariably daydream about sugary treats.

Today I was doing some grocery shopping, and found myself wandering the cookie aisle, trying (in vain) to find a sugarless brand of cookie that would satiate my desires. None could be found, In my desperation, I had purchased a couple of sugarless cookies from the cafe a few hours earlier, to accompany my latte. They were not so much cookies as  they were biscuits, the sort I imagine grim cowboys watching the dusty freezing plains would stoically chew to fend off starvation. Only smaller.

My dream was very simple: I was preparing to order a coffee at a cafe, and was busy chatting with someone (I don't know who, and in that crazy dream logic way it didn't matter) and placed my order without thinking. Or rather, thinking but not saying my order. When I received my drink at the espresso bar, I tasted it and found it was sugary. I was initially aghast but, since I had already broken the taboo, I gave up and just drank it. It was cinnamon flavored. Or chocolate. Or vanilla or caramel. All of those sound right.

I think I've become sugar crazed.