Croissant Cronicles, Part Ten

It started as a normal nap.
Blanket over head. Mini Blue tucked beside me. Pandy in the next room reading something called “Fluffonomic Policy.”

Then—the dream.

A bakery. Endless golden light. The smell of butter and promise.
And there it was:

The Croissant of My Dreams.

Gigantic. Glowing. Warm from the oven of destiny.

I took a bite.
It crunched. It flaked. It tasted like everything I’ve ever needed and a little bit of honey.

Then… I woke up.

🥲 The Wake-Up Spiral

• Was I still full?

• Could crumbs exist in my memory?

• Was that a snack... or a spiritual event?
  
  

I checked my hoodie pouch. Empty.
I checked my mouth. Tragically clean.

🧠 Snack Meditation Begins

So I asked myself:

If I dream of a croissant, did I eat?
If I felt full… was I?

And if dreaming counts, can I skip breakfast?
Pandy says “absolutely not.”
Mini Blue offered me a grape and whispered nothing (as usual).

🛏️ Dream Analysis (Soft and Scientific)

• Bite Count in Dream: 3

• Flake Accuracy: 97%

• Emotional Butter Factor: 12/10

• Afterglow: Deep, possibly jam-scented
  
  

Conclusion: The dream croissant was real in the ways that matter.
In the heart. In the fluff. In the post-nap smile.

🐾 Final Thought:

Maybe hunger isn’t just for the belly.
Maybe we snack in our sleep because we’re soft creatures seeking sweetness in every realm.

And maybe—just maybe—dreaming of a croissant is the plushie version of spiritual enlightenment.

Sleep sweet, snack deeply,
Doggie 🐶✨
Nap Mystic, Butter Seeker, Dream-Based Crumb Collector

P.S. I woke up and ate a real croissant. For comparison. Science is important.