So I woke up this morning dreaming about grocery shopping. It was 6pm the day before Christmas, and I was running all around the crowded grocery store trying to find the ingredients for beef stew. I needed potatoes, but some lady next to me got the last of the Yukon Golds. There were some red potatoes, but by the time I reached for them they were gone. Just before waking I realized I had potatoes at home that I bought at the farmer’s market (real life).
Analysis?