The Mythical Fried Beggel

There's a rather long story as I lead up to the 'meat' of this post, so bear with me. And by bear with me I mean dress us as a bear; or strip down bare. Or both, if you can pull it off.

Sorry, I'm still half asleep.

I don't normally remember my dreams, but today I work up from a nap craving something from a dream; a Beggel. I managed to recreate some of the events that led to this; for posterity I'm going to explain what I remember from the dream, but this post is really all about the Beggel.

There's a lot from the dream I don't recall; my recollection start with me speaking to my friend Megan about some kind of project which possessed dangerous knowledge. This knowledge was extremely empowering, but if others knew what I did they would hunt me down. I don't remember a thing about what this knowledge actually was; in retrospect, it may have been the secret recipe for the Fried Beggel.

I then went to visit several of my other project collaborators at an apartment complex. The apartment complex was attached to a parking garage. Right after parking near the top, most of the lights went out and it began raining outside. Instead of taking the stairs or elevator I reasoned that walking the long way to the exit through the dark was the safest thing to do. Apparently I also reasoned pushing a shopping cart with me was also a good idea. At some point I decided I was being followed by somebody with the intent to kill me, so I jumped into the shopping cart and rode it down the remainder of the parking garage incline.

I have a feeling this didn't end well, but thankfully my mind self edited out any sort of unfortunate crash and fast forwarded me to breakfast. I had stayed at a guest apartment at the top of the parking garage after meeting with my collaborators; the parking garage had a breakfast buffet set up for ... guests, I suppose? My family was there, but they were all walking out to a nearby movie theater.

I rummaged through the buffet; there was a metal container of food that was almost empty, but it has another one under it; once I lifted off the mostly empty container I found the Beggel. I wasn't yet aware of it's awesomeness; I grabbed it and a cinnamon bun and ran off after my family.

Walking into the movie theater I began to eat; the cinnamon bun was okay, but the Beggel was ... perfect. It looked like a bagel on top, but the bottom had a consistency which somehow combined fried eggs and moist, chewy bagel bread. I could tell it had somehow been fried as well, at least on the bottom. My dream logic reasoned that it must have been a regular bagel fried in bacon fat and eggs on a skillet, and the bagel had somehow bonded with the fried egg in pure deliciousness. While eating it I woke up, hungry and with a fantastic craving for a Beggel

I'm not sure I will ever know true happiness again after eating the Fried Beggel. I know it was only a delicious dream apparition, but it was just so ... perfect. All other foods from now on will taste like ash in my mouth. I may have to become a homeless vagrant, living by my wits while I travel the world searching for the mythical Fried Beggel. No love, no family, no friends can even compare to this amazing food; I would abandon everything just for one more taste of the Fried Beggel. It was  JUST   THAT    GOOD!