I don't dream often. But my dream last night took place in a restaurant and regarded a vat of marinara sauce. A roach had been found in the sauce by someone in my group. I made a statement about wasting an entire pot of sauce. A person from the restaurant commented that they would only throw it out if we could find the roach's babies in the pot! It became quite a lively discussion!
Why can't I dream about white sandy beaches, frozen drinks, and volleyball games?