CHiLLEN's Dream Journal

I was at my house, in the garage. I was looking at my home gym, and was thinking of setting my bench up, so that I could lay on it and relax. I remember seeing Rach A, and we were talking about kids, and how people look after them.

Rach was eating candy, and she offered me a piece of it, which was in a round container. The candy was crunks.
Rach held up the candy, but now it looked like sheets of paper. On the candy it said made in 1995. The handwriting was pretty messy but was readable, and writing started off big and ended smaller. I thought it looked cool, and really wanted to taste and feel the texture of it shattering in my mouth.

Scene changed,
Daytime

I was now at a market place, in which I could see a outdoor eating area. There were people eating outdoors. It had a Italian look and feel to it. I somehow knew what the food tasted like.

I left the eating area and was faced with some lady wearing a Burqa (Turban), and a man. They had a basket full of bread rolls, and tried selling me some. They had a lot of bread in baskets.

I walked down stairs intending to buy bread there. I remember dropping something, as if I had my hands full. I was approached by a couple, which helped me pick the items up.

I reached down stairs, and a guy was sitting at the table, and he was telling another man that he had to do something with his life, as it was slipping away from him. I had a scene come to me. It was of a fighter and he was in between rounds, getting worked on by the cut man. The cut man was injecting steroid/cortisone into the man's eye brow.
(In reality, I was asked what I would like to do as a job, if I could choose anything, money no option. I love combat sports such as UFC, boxing, and would love to be a cut man, so I could see all the action and get paid for it.)

Dream Fragment,
I remember hearing or thinking of meditation, in which if you focused on your middle eye when meditating, that you would get stronger sensations.