Two days ago I had a dream that hot ice cream existed. It was encased in a tube, but there was still some tube left, and it was a British delicacy (that’s what the sign said at least) and the ice cream was clearly boiling but it was like still holding its shape and not melting. One kid pushed the ice cream up while going off about how the British are weird and it’s weird and such. Then I woke up. I’ve been confused ever since















