Food Dreams, by Lesly
I had dreams about food. One was in a gym. Lots of people had gathered to learn about food. The leader had to be really loud and enthusiastic because people were talking over him. He was teaching about sorts of food, particularly about nuts and smogs. I was interested in what smogs were; I thought they sounded good. They were nuggets of delicious food.
In another dream, I was in a restaurant with my friend, who ordered a burger with tuna salad on it. At the table, she complained that it was bland because there was no sauce. The owner ran his finger across the burger and showed her that there was a white sauce on it. I told them, “I eat jelly”, and then went on, “but only the good stuff, from Amsterdam.”