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<Dream>
	<Title>Food</Title>
	<Date>June 5, 2005</Date>
	<Age>24</Age>
	<PreviousDream>
		<Title>Pusstule</Title>
		<Date>2004-06-05-03</Date>
	</PreviousDream>
	<Text>
		This is the fourth in a series of four dreams I had in one night.
	</Text>
	<Text>
		In this dream, I was in line at a fast food Italian place, similar to Sbarro's,
		but everything was going wrong.  Once I waited for a long time and got to the front
		of the line, three other lines formed for one attendant, and everyone seemed angry
		that I was going first.  Once I ordered, a chicken breast and the all you can eat
		buffet, they could not get the order right.  I was holding up the line because they
		would put configurations of food on my tray that were just wrong.  At one point,
		they put 20 hotdog weiners on my tray covered in alfredo sauce, which I had to remind
		them yet again that this was not what I wanted.  Eventually they put what I wanted on
		my tray, along with a lot of extra stuff, but I figured that as long as I got what I
		wanted, I was going to consider that a success.  I made my way down the line to the
		cashier, who charged me over $30 for my meal.  I argued, and she said I should be
		thankful because I got a discount and a free chicken enchilada.  I did a double take,
		and I saw a sign next to her that read 'Free enchilada with three or more items'.
		On my tray, I noticed that among the mismash of unwanted food, all drenched in alfredo
		sauce, there was a chicken enchilada.
	</Text>
	<Text>
		I was pondering why an Italian place would have chicken enchiladas when I woke up.
	</Text>
</Dream>
