Not an appetizing delicacy is it? Well, in this particular dream, I arrived at my aunt’s house with my mom. My aunt had made soup and there was a picture of it in the newspaper. My cousin showed me the paper and when I looked at the picture, it was a pot of soup. It looked like chicken broth with clams floating in it and there was some foam. The photo was bubbling as if it were boiling, not the the pot, but the photo itself. They were concerned over the foam because the pot my aunt had brewed didn’t have any foam. Suddenly I saw chopped up spaghetti noodles in the boiling photo and surmised that it was starch from the pasta that created the foam. No one agreed with me and ignored me, the more I was emphatic that that was the case.

The soup was finally dished up and when it was it was this slop of raspberry Jell-O and these huge gummy clams. I tried to cut them up as best I could and began eating and trying to be nice and complimentary about the horrid taste. As we were eating, my uncle got a call on his phone and told whoever it was that he’d meet them at the apartment. He hung up and left the house. I knew he was going to hook-up with his girlfriend and obviously my aunt did too as she gave him a look that could not only kill, but curse for a thousand eternities.