I had a dream last night. I was in America for a very short visit. I was on my last day or two and I hadn't bought any Reese's Peanut Butter Chips.
Also, I was in Poland and had just found out that they started selling Reese's peanut butter chips in a certain store here. Greg was the manager/owner of one of them and he "helped" me while I was looking for the chips. I searched EVERYWHERE, as I knew they'd be on some random shelf in a small pile between two products that weren't remotely related to baking. After a desperate search (after all, I was leaving America very soon to go back to Poland -- never mind that I was already in Poland in this part of the dream) I realized that I'd have to go to a different store in the same chain.
That one was in America. It was about Costco sized and I did a shelf by shelf search and came up with nothing. I went to the bakery and talked to some people working there about where I could find them. Sitting at a table there, talking to another lady, was Steve S. from jr. high/high school who used to tease me and who I was a little afraid of, until he got a some self esteem, joined the football team and started being nice to me. He didn't care too much about my peanut butter chips, but the lady he was talking with helped me (I have no idea why on Earth he was in this dream. I haven't thought of him in decades, almost).
I don't really know what happened after that. I don't think I ever found the chips. It doesn't really matter though. I know this all sounds very pointless, but it's not. Not for me at least. The moral of the story is, buy LOTS of peanut butter chips when you're in America in June.
I love how a bag of those can last such a looong time. I use them as an accent in chocolate chip cookies or brownies. It only takes a very little bit to transform a recipe. Good thing, too, because when I have them in the house I want to add them to everything I bake. Mmmmm.
I really hate that there's a weight limit on luggage.