I had a dream that last night we took B out to dinner at Chili's. In this dream, I ordered B a bowl of chili: a nice, flavorful, protein-packed option. Seeming to have inherited his father's ultra sensitive (I dare not say "weak") taste buds, a red grimace quickly spread across B's face. Some sort of panting ensued, and it became clear that he needed relief from the heat. Henceforth, one of Chili's famed chocolate milkshakes magically appeared! It was Super Man in a kiddie cup! The dream culminated in B downing the shake...as his dinner.
But as I pondered in a poem I wrote for my "Nature And Uses of Language" class, is there really a difference between dreams and memories?
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