A Big-Ass Frozen Food Store in the Basement

 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.

Cookie-Potato Chip Sandwiches

 Last night, I had a dream where I was hanging out with a friend in her McMansion. I don't know the friend's name -- she was just someone conjured up by my twisted subconsciousness -- but let's call her Izzy. She had blck hair cut in the style of a 1920's flapper. We were sitting in a couch in this big-ass living room with a high vaulted ceiling, when we heard strange sounds coming from the kitchen.

We went into the kitchen and found Izzy's brother, a tall, slim man with black wavy hair, sitting at the table with a bag of Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies and a bag of cheese-flavored potato chips. He was taking aprt the cookies, putting bits of potato chips between them, and the putting them back together, creating cookie-potato chip sandwiches. I sampled one, and to be frank, it didn't taste very good.