I dreamed last night that I was picking out flautas to fill a giant to-go container in Guadalajara. I stopped at 2.5 kilos (5.5 lbs) when other customers started grumbling about the gringo buying all the place had.
I ended up walking through a gift shop while munching on them looking for Brian and complaining, “why did I buy all these flautas if he’s not going to help me eat them, and I forgot the 2L Pepsi.”
Then I woke up in Greensboro disoriented. It made no sense in a lovely way.