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I tolerate nightmares as long as they don’t involve me abandoning the juiciest sausage or the most aromatic pasta. I am a food lover, and having to leave that scrumptious piece of dish just because a mad man is chasing after me is unforgivable. So far though, even with all my weird dreams, there was never a time that I dreamed of such a horrifying event. Dad isn’t so lucky. When I went to visit them a week ago, Mom told me this hilarious story about Dad not wanting to eat potatoes and broccoli for a month because of his dream. Since Dad wasn’t at home when I arrived, I was able to hear the full story without his protest.
Mom said Dad woke up one night and immediately went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water. Worried, Mom went after him only to find him blushing when asked what was wrong. The dream was about him eating potato wedges and steamed broccoli. Soon, the potato wedges were chasing him with knives in their hands. He saw an opening to escape, but he was blocked by giant broccoli florets. Dad woke up before he was turned into a dinner dish. I was laughing so hard that I couldn’t keep a straight face in front of him when he arrived. Mom cooked potatoes with broccoli for dinner that night just to tease him further. While I enjoyed the simple but delicious meal, I enjoyed even more watching Dad’s attempt to give us a silent treatment.
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