I was at Walmart with my family. I kept yelling we needed pasta sauce. So me and my brother went to get some and he shoves a six pack of pickle jars at me. I swipe at him and knock the pickles out of his hand and like broke half of them. We ran and some guy and his kids started chasing us. He got security and we had to buy the pickles. We gave the unbroken ones away for free.
It was a really good weird dream because I don’t have a brother.











