The One with the Used Toothpicks

Just before waking up this morning, but after my alarm had gone off, I had a dream that I was in a kitchen. It was in an apartment and not one that I recognized. My sister was eating some kind of roll and it looked like it had finely chopped broccoli on top of it and she was eating only the topping.

I asked her about the rolls and I cut one in half and put it in the toaster.

Next thing I remember was that I was outside with Debbie and one other person - maybe Jose. We were in a town with lots of eclectic shops. I wasn't sure if it was a big or small.

We went into a small shop that had all hand-made baked goods like poppy seed muffins and little loaves of sweet bread. I was thinking of getting a muffin but don't think I did. Debbie got something though.

At the cash register, they had a refrigerator and the door had a sign that they reused toothpicks and that they washed them and you could put the used ones in little holes in the door. I had a toothpick so I put it in one.

While we were in the store I remember that I had put the roll in the toaster and never taken it how, and was thinking how it could get stuck and cause a fire.

When we were leaving, I did something and accidentally stuck my knuckle in Deb's eye.