Strange Dream

So towards the end of an otherwise uneventful dream the other night, I was handed a concrete sphere about the size of a bowling ball. Apparently, it was designed to be eaten, because when I took it, it split open like a coconut, or perhaps like one of those German chocolate Kindereggs. It turned out to be hollow inside, with a special indentation for a bottle of honey mustard dressing. Or perhaps it was a bottle of hollandaise sauce. It was something that started with an "h", and something that I don't particularly like as a garnish, at the very least. The presentation and packaging seemed very IKEAesque.

Anyway, also inside the concrete sphere's hollow was a plastic fork and a knife. At this point, the utter absurdity of this dream surfaced; "Surely, a plastic knife can't cut through concrete!" I exclaimed. However, a little bit of sawing revealed that the concrete sphere could actually be cut into little slices, much like cutting into sirloin. Perhaps it was not concrete after all, but rather a type of plaster, I rationalized. And then I started feasting ravenously on this ball of concrete, seasoned with this sauce that I didn't like. If anything, the sauce added needed moisture, for improved chewage.

I woke up starving from what's probably my first ever dream about pica. To quell the hunger, I strode down to the deli and picked up a prosciutto sandwich, and considered the myriad interpretations and life implications. The sandwich helped.

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