A dream of pale gray rice.

The other week I dreamt -

I open up my fridge and get out my one small cracked Tupperware container that I still use, and there's rice in it.

I open up the lid and examine them closely, and they're pale gray.

. . .

(I had been buying bacon lately and then frying it along with bread to soak up the fat and eat, and then leaving any residual grease in the pan to flavor any rice I cooked soon afterwards, so maybe I was envisioning that having visual effects.  Dreams are weird like that, since they can be riffs off small things happening in everyday life.)