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Had a fun dream last night. I have thoughts on when it's alright to eat certain things. I'd feel strange having a hamburger or beer for breakfast. In the dream, my father in law convinced me to drink beer for breakfast. The next thing I knew, I was curled up on the chair I had been sitting on. My wife Sara then asked in a truly disgusted voice: "Did you just turn into a big soft salted pretzil?" Morosely, I had to answer yes. No idea how I could have avoided my fate, but the guilt was there.