[Dream begins]:
Driving with Ricky Remedy somewhere.
Hot sauce on the rear windshield going on the roundabout.
Something about loving someone more (fat version of LE; was in college) because their hot sauce was better.
Two girls gave me their hot sauce, and one of them was sriracha so I knew I would love the other one.
The frozen-air can that had a carbon chunk touching a metal plate on the bottom.
Shoot it into a pool of hot sauce and you get serpents.
Laughing at people swimming in the hot sauce and getting beat up by frozen-air-hot-sauce-serpents.
[The dream fragments...]
Dream interpreters... got any idea what this is about?

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