McCeption.

You know how in the movie Inception, Leo explains that while you're in a dream, everything seems real and you don't even realize that it doesn't make sense?

Case in point: my dream from two nights ago.

I was with this friend of mine that I have a class with, and we were standing in line at McDonalds. But this wasn't happy McDonalds. This was a dark, scary McDonalds. This was the Communist Russia of McDonalds. It was large and dark and cold and absolutely packed with unhappy people. Tensions were running high.

We reached the counter and I ordered a cheeseburger and a drink. As we worked our way down the line, the worker put out a miniscule burger and tiny little paper cup. Then she told me the price. $10.50. Six dollars for the two-bite burger and 4.50 for the drink.

I looked ahead. All the people were taking this blow to the wallet one after another and shuffling out of the line, dejected and sorrowful. Something overcame me and I suddenly became outraged.

I turned quickly towards the cashier. "Ummm, excuse me! Would you look at that cheeseburger? Its TINY. I am not going to pay 10 dollars for that!!"

The McDonald's worker called her manager, and the room fell into a hush as this commanding woman approached the other side of the counter with a no-nonsense attitude. She had power. No. She was power. People were afraid.

I swallowed my fear. Trembling, I pointed to the cheeseburger and yelled "That’s not worth six dollars!"

"Hand over the money. NOW," she roared.

"NEVER!!!!!"

The room fell silent. We looked each other square in the eye.

In a speech equal to those of FDR, Churchill and Barack Obama himself, I began listing all the other food places at which I could get way more food for $10.50. "At Applebees, I could have a chicken fingers platter AND a drink! I could get a Café Rio pork salad with chips and salsa! I could buy TEN Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers at Wendy's! And those are all better than this tiny, crappy cheeseburger!!!"

The crowd was captivated. I felt empowered.

"WE DON'T HAVE TO TAKE THIS!" I screamed.

Out of nowhere, I became a leader. I led the crowd of hundreds out of that McDonalds and we marched in the streets.

I went through the rest of my discombobulated dream, which included random people from different parts of my life who somehow knew each other, as I made my way through a skyscraper and a community college that I had never been to, and the beach. Everywhere I went, people were impressed by me. I was the girl who stood up to the McDonald's manager. I was a hero.

I woke up with a feeling of triumph. I could have busted out "We Are the Champions" right off my pillow.

Then, I remembered it was a dream. And not only that, my moment of victory took place in a McDonalds and involved a cheeseburger. My triumph slipped away pretty quickly.

Ok… who incepted me?

'Fess up now… you don't wanna mess with me. Look what happened to the McDonald's manager...

I'm pretty sure she's in a dark place right now.