I had a dream I was on top of a medieval castle wall standing watch with another guard, and we know part of the castle is under siege. We see billows of smoke and fire in the area, but we maintain our position rather calmly under the dark of night. Ready to sound the alarms if needed, when I just turn my metal shield over the torch I have and start making a really good tomato soup for us.
The conversation that ensued went something like this though my sleep brain is starting to forget:
Me: Have you ever had tomato soup, brother?
Guard: I've never even heard of such a thing.
Me: Would you like some? I could make a grilled cheese as well.
Guard: I will pass.
Me: I pity your soul.













