Damn you made me remember last night’s dream where I handed someone three bags, one of them contained dirt, one nutella, and one poop. They were all indistinguishable visually and somehow not even via smell. And then I ran away. I don’t know why I was so panicked that they would come after me but I woke up panicking.
I still remember yesterday night’s dream where I was being driven to the coast in Portugal, where Portugal was just a 1km wide strip. I have never been to Portugal.