Last night I had a dream that I was going about my day and doing usual things like shopping at Target and picking up Julian from school. Except that peppered in with the regular stuff was the part where I was spending large amounts of cash on frivolous things. Just grabbing things off shelves and buying them simply because I wanted them. And then at the register when I was paying, the cashier asked me if I wanted to donate some money to whatever charity they were supporting. So I did. Without even thinking, I said, "Sure! Make it $85!" (That's such a random number, but I remember it. If dream Allison was spending money all willy-nilly, why wouldn't she make it an even $100? Cheapskate. And who in the hell says 'willy-nilly' anyway?)
Then I woke up in a panic because I was spending money I didn't have, and wanted to immediately check my bank account online to make sure it was all just a bad dream.
And this is how you know you're a real grown-up: Your dreams have shifted from ones of being chased by monsters to dreams of fiscal irresponsibility. So much scarier than monsters.