I had a dream that I was in a nightclub under the city, like the places the Beatles played in Germany or a place Rick in Caslabanca might own. Loud, banging, clanging world music played as I ate a burrito that tastes like honey and chocolate. They told me to eat fast, as the police could arrive at any moment. They did. Everyone ran but me, because that burrito tastes so good. I was hit with clubs and ran into the street, realizing I was in front of my old church.

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