I have a husband named Mike. He’s a scientist.
In his spare time, he likes to play guitar.
But it’s his dream to have his very own sandwich shop. Mike is a vegetarian, though, so his sandwiches don’t have any meat. But that’s okay, because Mike’s sandwich shop would sell peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!
And not just peanut butter and jelly! Other nut butters! Other jams, preserves, and maybe even marmalade!
Mike would happily make sandwiches in the back of his sandwich shop all day until the one fateful day in which the customers repeatedly and incessantly asking the same question over and over and over again would cause him to unspool.
Poor Mike. Even in his dreams, his dreams don’t come true.