When dreams become tests.

My dreams hate me. After a hard day at work, I turn in hoping for a night of rest and to get recharged for the next day. Not tonight, no this is the time when my sadist dreams test my moral judgment. This one dream had me in a restaurant enjoying a full meal. When I went up to pay, the cashier made a mistake. She gave me a 100 dollar bill instead of the one dollar that was suppose to be my change. I didn't notice until I left the eating establishment that my money was incorrect. I spent a few moments on the curb with the c-note in hand, thinking of my options. Who couldn't use an extra 100 dollars? But, this was a mom and pop restaurant. A mistake like this isn't easy to chew for an independent establishment. I decided that the right thing to do was to return the money. I must have completed the test, because I don't remember the response from the cashier when I graciously gave the money back. HA!! Aced it! I was telling this dream to my mother with full explanation of the battle between good and evil in my dream's mind. Also, how I won the challenge set before me. She replied, "Yeah, I dreamt that I owned a yellow cat. "