Micheal J. Fox survived the Holocaust.

In my dream last night, I was in a coffee shop. I had just gotten my cup of coffee and started to walk out into the city streets when I saw a man begging for money. He was older, dressed poorly, with a ratty baseball hat. His face was sunken in and his limbs and even his neck were very thin, almost like that of a holocaust victim. As I looked closer, I realized who he was.

"Hey do you recognize me?" he said to the people leaving the cafe. "I'm Michael J. Fox. Would you please buy me a cup of coffee?" He was very kind about the ordeal, though it seemed that his health wouldn't allow much more excitement. A few people passed by him, and finally an obvious tourist (and longtime fan) purchased him a drink. I remember rolling my eyes, smiling, and pushing my way out the door.

The dream ended then. This morning I woke up angry, confused, and regretful. I love Michael J. Fox. Why the heck didnt I buy him some coffee?? Oh to dream...