Le Samourai loves donuts

I dreamt I was vacillating between being two people - Alain Delon in Le Samourai and his wife, who turned out to be a frumpy, fat woman who loved him very much. Our little samourai was going to either kill a lot of people, or he was going to be stealing money from his boss (because the two are entirely the same level of heinous, I'm certain) and he needed his wife's help. In preparation for either being laid off or ending the world, he was stocking up on donuts in a fridge in his little "fallout/unemployment" shelter and he had himself a little kidnappee who wasn't responding very well to being held at gunpoint.

I guess I am making it sound a little funny, but it's not really because when I became his wife, I came to the door with more donuts and thought "I wish I were more beautiful, more like the kind of woman he really deserved, more gracious, more of a femme fatale." Instead, she was just this messy, overweight, and tired woman with a kind face, but nothing more than that.

I switched then to being Alain, who was coldly explaining why he was stocking up on donuts, and then he took one up and took a bite out of it and then made a face - it was one of those really thin, crispy donuts. Uhmmmm it actually wasn't really a donut - it was more of a small, loopy elephant ear.

Then a certain someone barged into the room and I woke up and saw it was morning.