Chewing Tobbacky

Last night I had a dream about my home town of Ripon, California.  It's a common theme in my dreams. Spending 23 years in one town will do that to you I guess.  The first part of my dream, or at least the first part I remembered, took place in a liquor store. Nothing too unusual since I frequently go to liquor stores.  In the dream, I was buying items that I would have normally bought in my waking life.  Except for one thing. Chewing Tobacco.  The skoal kind in the round plastic tin. Let me just say, I don't smoke cigarettes and I have never even tried chewing tobacco. I honestly find it to be very disgusting and would never want it anywhere near my teeth or gums.  The dream continued and I eventually woke up and wrote down the events in a notebook, like I normally do.  The next morning, I go to work and have a very routine day. In the afternoon, I'm walking down the aisle and I see an object on the ground.  I reach down to pick it up and see that it's an empty tin of Skoal Chewing Tobacco.  Very strange.  I have never came across old tins of chewing tobacco in my every day life, yet alone at Big Lots.  Which by the way, does not sell tobacco products.  What an odd 11/11/11.

-Dom