dream time is the best time

i normally have really strange dreams. i woke up in the middle of the night last night really sick and i'm guessing i had a fever because when i'm feverish my dreams are even more strange. at one point in one of the dreams i had last night, i gave a homeless man on the bus a half eaten donut of mine. he took one bite, then placed the rest into a compartment in his head through a big flap in his ear. at first i thought it was strange, until i remembered reading about his culture in history class, and i'd learned all about this ear flapped entrance to his storing compartment. still, i was kind of bummed, because i'd wanted the rest of the donut. it was an old-fashioned chocolate glazed donut from salisbury house. aka the best.