Dream Type: Regular

It was the dead of night, and all was quiet. Not a soul was awake. That is, except for me, standing at the kitchen stove, upon which sat a large pot. "It'll be done any minute now." I muttered to myself. I don't know what prompted me to cook a whole pot of jambalaya at three in the morning, but anything and everything could happen at that time. I wasn't usually very fond of spice, but I guess I decided to try something new that night.

I gave the pot one final stir, turned off the burner, and got out a bowl from the cabinet. I dug the spoon into the pot and filled the bowl up with the jambalaya. I sat down at the table and stared down into the steaming bowl of Cajun food. I'd never had this before, so it was certainly an experience. I took that first bite, and it was actually pretty good. Before I knew it, I'd finished the bowl.

Then, my hunger satisfied, I cleaned up the kitchen, put any leftovers in the fridge, and went back to bed.