I just recall being outside in the daytime and going down and to the right, generally. I happened upon a refrigerator .  Apparently my mom had made some rice-krispy treats, but had dressed them up slightly, like sprinkled cinnamon on them.  I was interested in grabbing one; they appeared to be in squares, cut already. The somewhat weird thing was that on first observation I could see the individual rice-krispys in the squares, but then when I went to pick one up, it seemed to all be blended together and was more dense in constitution, more like cake.  So I held this piece of cake in my hand, and also wanted some of that light rice-krispy style treat, thinking perhaps I’d just missed them while reaching for what I found in my hand. But as I was reaching I heard my mom’s voice cut in, “DreamTrader!” in that tone which was trying to discourage me from being greedy or overdoing it.

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