Am I only dreaming?

Last night Dave had band practice. I fell asleep with the kids after reading to them. We were reading a book about a panda bear and I stupidly told them about Mao-Mao, the panda bear that was killed in the earthquake in China. This led to my fumbling explanation about death and earthquakes and heaven, which the kids listened to with furrowed brows and disturbed expressions. This whole conversation was made worse by the fact that we had just seen Kung Fu Panda, and the kids are in love with panda bears right now, and also that it was thundering outside, and they were both having considerable anxiety about the storm. Every year, we have to get used to the summer storms again. They both wanted Daddy to be home because they feel safer when he's home (and to be honest, so do I).
Anna kept saying but that teddy bear not supposed to die and saying she did not like heaven and never wanted to go there. Jonathan wanted a scientific explanation of exactly what is an earthquake. I could not satisfy either of them with anything I said.
So, finally we all fell asleep. The next thing I knew, it was 12:30 and I was so confused. I stumbled into our bedroom and saw that Dave had made it home okay, and he was asleep. I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, and I saw the most wonderful thing on the counter: a bag of dark chocolate peanut M&Ms. I ate them all in my sleepy state, standing in the kitchen for a few minutes and then pouring the contents out in my hand and eating the rest in bed, before falling asleep without (gasp!) brushing my teeth again.
I woke up this morning and really thought that this had all been a dream. I told myself, dark chocolate peanut M&Ms? Who has ever heard of such a thing? I could only wish. And when I went to the kitchen and did not see the empty bag on the counter I was convinced that I had been dreaming.
I moved a dishtowel later on, and there it was! An empty purple bag of M&Ms. I felt both disgusted and relieved. Disgusted that I had started my day already in the hole with my diet, and relieved that it was not all a dream (because they were really, really delicious and I definitely want them again, just not when I am in a semi-conscious state) Then I thought, Oh, how sweet, Dave must have brought them home for me. But it turns out he thought he was purchasing dark chocolate M&Ms and had opened them, discovered what they were (he hates nuts) and left them on the counter. Oh, well, at least one of us enjoyed them.