Dream

Sunday morning, just before waking, I had a strange dream. I dreamt my friend Jackie, myself, and my sister Linda (who lives in Erie, PA) were all at a hotel together. Jackie wanted us to eat breakfast there but I told her I had to call my mother and see what she would be making for dinner, on our arrival. My mom said she would be making potroast. So, I told Jackie we shouldn't eat because we wouldn't be hungry when we got to my mom's house. But Jackie was very insistant so I made myself an english muffin sandwich of scrambled eggs and bacon. When I woke up I was stuffed! Not hungry as I usually am upon waking. The strange part is my sister and I and Jackie would never have occassion to travel together, but even stranger when I told my mom she said she had woke up that morning thinking about getting the a roast out of the freezer and making potroast the next day. When I told my sister, Linda, she asked if my pillow was still there... no, I hadn't eaten my pilllow! But now I wonder did my mom's thoughts affect my dream or did my dream affect my mom's thoughts?