In my dream, I am back at 1209 Tupelo. There are numerous people milling around throughout the house. I recognize my brother Warren, but I'm not interacting with him or anyone else. Except I think someone asked me a "How's it going?" kind of question, to which I gave a pro forma response.
I realize I'm hungry, so I walk into the kitchen. As was almost always the case, the kitchen had few choices of anything to eat. There are, I think, a couple of loaves of sliced bread -- and one of them is a nice dark loaf. So I look around for something to put on the bread. And there's nothing available.
I pull a jar of peanut butter down off the shelf and open it. I find that it is empty -- that the sides have been scraped pretty thoroughly.
Warren and an unidentifiable friend re-enter the dream. They're both in their teens. Someone else is talking to them -- and asks them if they've ever been to Europe. Warren says "yes" in a rather casual way. No big deal. The same person then asks them if they've ever been to Africa and Warren says "yes" again. The questioner is astonished.
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