The other week, I dreamt -
I'm in a warm cozy environment with wood slatted floors and racks going up the wall, and I look up and see several thick pizza squares that look really delicious on an upper rack a bit towards the ceiling, and they look delicious.
I pull up a stool and grab one, and think to myself that if I don't get it, someone else will, and that in any case it was a rare chance to treat myself with pizza just out of the oven from a really cool local place.
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