The dream I remember from just before waking involved copious amounts of fried chicken that I couldn't eat because everyone on the buffet line got it before me. You don't need to be Freud to see the meaning of this dream.
The weird thing is, I hardly ever eat fried chicken. I never make it and I don't crave it or think about it.
Why did my brain pick fried chicken as the denied food of the dream? Why not sandwiches from my favorite deli or gallons of ice cream?
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