-”The other night, I dreamt me and some friends went out, and we just ate all this junk food. It was awesome.”
-”Well, the other night, I dreamt I could just wave my hand around, and get a horn hit. You know, like James Brown. He whips his hand around, and his band punctuates it with horn hits.”

(James Brown was fucking crazy. Check out 1m30 and 4m30 of that clip. The man was on-fire. Also, on-topic and related.)

I look up, and my friend is staring at me like I just told her I wanted to have a threesome with her mother. Is it so unreasonable to dream with the superpower to jazz up your every day shit? If you combined that with a Bollywood movie, you could be standing in line for a salad, talking to somebody, and after each phrase the horns would come in. All of a sudden, you start dancing, everybody knows the steps, everybody knows the song. People have a good time at the salad line, and then the song ends, everybody strikes a pose and everything goes back to normal. You pay for your salad, and your life goes on.

But yeah, dreaming that you ate junk food?
Totally normal.