FryingMan

Recall's in its waning phase apparently -- hope it's short and epic dreaming returns soon! A bit late to bed two night in a row.

+(f) something about JT and choosing sausages in a market?

+ [vivid] I'm walking past a pedestal, and there are two glass bottles of what look like croutons there. One of them is labelled as <something, forgot>, and I reach for one to taste it but a friend with me stops me and points out that I'm about to eat the outer packing, not the stuff inside the bottle. I pick up the one bottle and smell it but I don't smell anything and say so.

+ I'm in a building, I'm apparently some sort of mediator for a fight or a battle that is about to begin. I specify a list of my requirements that must be agreed to before I accept the position.