This isn't the most exciting or craziest dream, but it's kinda neat. My mother and I were eating brunch at a greenhouse-like restaurant with glass-tiled walls in some shopping mall. The waitress gave us a basket of tiny muffins filled with chopped apricots that were heavenly (sometimes I can taste things in dreams), buttery and sweet. When the waitress came back and saw us gobbling up the muffins, she told us there is a place where we can buy more of them. She gave us a scrap of paper that reads "E-52" and directed us to the down escalator just outside the restaurant's entrance, and then look for the freezer section marked E-52.
After brunch, we took that escalator which turned out to be really long, two or three stories high. As we descended to what seemed like the basement level, a huge, sprawling, well-lit supermarket came into view. But unlike most food stores, this had nothing but rows and rows of gleaming white freezer bins filled with frozen foods. No canned goods or household goods or pop or whatever, just frozen foods. Frozen foods of all kinds, from all over the world. Normally I'm not into frozen foods other tahn buying frozen proteins, pizzas, Indian foods and ice cream, but man, I could get lost in that supermarket. And in case you're asking, yes we indeed got a box of these evil little apricot muffins.
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