Some people practice the so-called five second rule when it comes to food. Personally I practice the no second rule, unless it's something raw that can be washed off. But this of course doesn't apply in dreams. Last night I dreamed I was cooking fried potatoes on the sidewalk. At night, while walking on the same sizzling hot sidewalk. Somehow I wasn't getting burned, and I also mused that I didn't have a problem cooking them this way, despite not wanting dirt on other things in my life.
Dreams are weird, aren't they?
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