Alright, now back to my modern-day issue. It took a while for the shock to finally sink in, but I finally realized that something must be done fast. I would not be able to live with the fact that there is a pelican nesting on my roof. Before I could get deeper into thought, I received yet another shock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Megan and Ryan walking through my green grass to where I was standing.

"Megan, Ryan, is that really you guys?" I questioned with confusion in my tone.

"Yeah!" they both replied with excitement. "We have been coming to Sleep Town for years and haven't once crossed paths with you; how does that happen?"

"Oh wow." I said with a chuckle. "So, are you guys still at Ryan's house back in the real world?"

"Yeah!" Megan answered. Charlotte had to leave, but you're still passed out on the sofa. By the way, if you happen to wake up with marker on your face by chance, it definitely wasn't us, okay?

I shifted my eyes in frustration but ended up laughing with them. After the laughter passed, I invited them in to watch TV or just hang out. I lead them inside to my living room and felt a feeling of déjà vu as we sat in our usual spots while our unconscious bodies did the same in reality. The entire situation was really somewhat freaky if I was to sit and actually think about it.

After finding a good show to watch after tirelessly channel surfing for twenty minutes, a commercial came on that gave me a brilliant idea to get rid of the stupid bird that now rested above my head. It was a MacDonalds ad to advertise some new burger or something of that sort. I wasn't really paying attention, but the gears in my head turned and I imagined a light bulb forming over my head as if we were in a cartoon.

My plan was shockingly simplistic. All I would have to do is just jog down to the nearest MacDonalds about two blocks away and buy some hot and fresh Macfries. After all, most birds love MacDonalds fries. I have many negative experiences to prove that unfortunately.

Once I had the fries, I would simply just lure the pelican away from my house. The only problem was where I would lead it to once it was away from my roof. At this stage in my plan, I wasn't prepared to think that far ahead.

"Hey guys, I have to run to MacDonalds quick, want anything?" I asked before running out the front door.

"Yeah, a MacChicken for me and some MacBurgers for Ryan please." Megan replied back lazily still watching the sitcom that was on the TV. How cute, she knows her boyfriend's MacDonalds order…

With Megan and Ryan's orders in the back of mind, I jolted out the doors and down the cracked sidewalk. Because everything was in the same place in Sleep Town as in the real world, I knew exactly where I would find the golden sign with "MacDonalds" plastered across the front of it. A short jog later, I burst in the doors and paced over to the counter only to find that there was a neat line formed stretching out from the counter. Leave it to my brain to formulate my brilliant ideas at noon…

I impatiently waited in line for twenty minutes tapping my foot in annoyance for at least half of the time much to the dismay to the bitter old lady in front of me. As she turned around to whine at me, I suddenly realized I recognized her familiar wrinkled face. The bitter old lady in front of me was in fact the grandma whose house reeked of old and who was the strictest person you could ever meet. In addition to constantly being on my case about everything form eating habits to staying away from drugs, she also was the dullest and most boring person you could meet. A five minute conversation with her is the equivalent of a lullaby for a baby. Her tone is monotonous enough to make you wish you were in summer school. Yeah, it is that bad.

"Is that you Danny Boy?" she piped in her squeaky old lady voice.

"Yeah, hey grandma." I replied.

"Why are you here in this fatty food place Danny?" she questioned with concern. "Don't you know this food causes obesity and heart attacks and clogged arteries? In my day we didn't have these restaurants! We had to either eat what was at the table or starve. We got served healthy foods, not this junk food you call convenience...

By the time I had heard her second sentence, I completely tuned out her rant about the state of youth today and the increases in obesity. Tuning out grandma was a trait that I had learned from her, whether she realizes it or not. I also found it best to not point out the irony of her whining about me being at MacDonalds…

I was relieved of her complaining when the employee in the dark red uniform handed her tray to her slowly so she wouldn't drop it. It then hit me as she walked away that she was sleeping right now. She would have an exciting dream about going to MacDonalds…

The boredom I had acquired from my confrontation with grandma soon escaped from me as I finally ordered the fries. I got a somewhat weird glance from the cashier as I handed her a fifty dollar bill to pay for fries that cost only a dollar. Oh well, it's only Sleep Town…

"Thank you, Po Tate." I said as I squinted my eyes to glance at the cashier's silver nametag. Leave it to me to have such cheesy names for people in my dreams… I took the bag from Po's hand and immediately went through the push doors to resume my plot to rid my roof of the troublesome pelican. When I returned to my house a few minutes later, I was surprised to see that Ryan and Megan, who I left in a state of being zombie-like, were outside in the middle of an intense game of basketball. They were more than likely playing horse…