Last night I dreamed that I was in some cross between central Iowa and northwestern Illinois. I was living in some rural area. I went for a walk down a gravel road and found myself at a very homey country house. I walked in because it was a coffee house. However, no one was in and the coffeehouse was based on the honor system. There was a kitchen as cluttered and homey as any I'd ever seen. I could make myself some coffee and then just leave cash there.
Time passed and I found myself at the coffeehouse again. This time I also brought two kinds of veggie burgers and was boiling them in a glass casserole dish. Apparently others had used it and there were other mysterious things floating in it. It wasn't gross in the dream--but right now I'm about to wretch at the thought of it. I also noticed there to be many dirty dishes in the sink. Apparently the owner would come by every once in a while, collect money, and do the dishes.
When I went into the living room Derek N. was there. Apparently someone in his family had become the owner of the coffeehouse.
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