yet another dream...
I'm at an Indian restaurant with some people, I dig into my entree, and when I am several bites into it I sense something is not right... is this made of wheat flour? I approach the kitchen staff... "it is? I can't eat it... it's alright, I can't eat it" and I walk away, thinking about how I am going to pay later for that transgression and how I am annoyed that it was not by choice.